I come from a long line High and low and in between, same as you Hills of golden, hails of poison Time's thrown me through And I believe I've come to learn That turnin' 'round is to become confusion
My baby gets me shakin', She's got a way of makin' me Feel like I'm still seventeen She gets me high, she gets me low, and in between Blue eyes, she's got 'em Legs on the bottom Tippy toed right out
I think my calculations are off again, misjudgment lead to missed opportunity. I held my breath hoping you'd forget all those nonverbal cues that I never read. You were a shooting star, 'cause once I
Sorry not again No more days like this Again long enough I shut my mouth I shut my troubled mouth I shut my troubled mouth I shut my troubled mouth again Would you like a little soul With
I am but a shadow, cast upon the road And we are all but strangers Bearing a heavy load And all these worldly things We won't need anymore You'll only take your place Standing on that shore
High above change Lifted up Feet upon the land Far below sky Curling up In his mothers hands I see cold showers And prayers that she used to know Piece him together for each stitch is borrowed High
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