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Outta Style Lyrics

by Candice Jarrett

Take a picture of me
Put it on the wall
So, you won’t forget me
If in the event I should fall
On the wings of Grace
I will fly away
And forget all of our sad yesterdays.

Since when did loving me go outta style?
I’d hoped I’d always be worth your while.
I let down my guard
Threw in all my cards
But you folded just before we could start

I’m not gonna point my finger at you.
I’m not gonna hold my breath.
I’m not gonna point my finger at you
‘Cause there’s nothing left
To blame anymore

Can you keep my secrets
Now that we are through?
Or will you break your promise
And spill them out to amuse someone new?

It’s gonna take all my strength
to make it through today
And forget what I used to see in your face.

I’m not gonna point my finger at you.
I’m not gonna hold my breath.
I’m not gonna point my finger at you
‘Cause there’s nothing left

I’m not gonna point my finger at you.
I’m not gonna hold my breath
it won’t change things at all.
I’m not gonna point my finger at you
‘Cause there’s nothing left
To blame anymore
To blame anymore

Since when did loving me go outta style?
I’d hoped I’d always be worth your while.