Never saw the morning till stayed up all night
Never saw the sunshine till you turned out the light
Never saw my hometown till I stayed away too long
And I never heard the melody, till I needed a song
Never saw the white line, till I was leaving you behind
Never knew I needed you till I was caught up in a bind
And I never spoke 'I love you' till I cursed you in vain,
Never felt my heartstrings till I nearly went insane
Never saw the east coast till I move to the west
Never saw the moonlight till it shone off your breast
And I never saw your heart till someone tried to steal it away
Never saw your tears till they rolled down your face
And I never saw the morning till stayed up all night
Never saw the sunshine till you turned out the light
Never saw my hometown till I stayed away too long
Never heard the melody, till I needed a song
Never saw the sunshine till you turned out the light
Never saw my hometown till I stayed away too long
And I never heard the melody, till I needed a song
Never saw the white line, till I was leaving you behind
Never knew I needed you till I was caught up in a bind
And I never spoke 'I love you' till I cursed you in vain,
Never felt my heartstrings till I nearly went insane
Never saw the east coast till I move to the west
Never saw the moonlight till it shone off your breast
And I never saw your heart till someone tried to steal it away
Never saw your tears till they rolled down your face
And I never saw the morning till stayed up all night
Never saw the sunshine till you turned out the light
Never saw my hometown till I stayed away too long
Never heard the melody, till I needed a song
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But instead I\'ll just pour myself a drink.
It\'s got to be love, I\'ve never felt this way.
Oh baby, this one\'s from the heart
The shadows in the road look like a railroad track.
I wonder if he\'s (ever) really ...
2008/06/26(ÌÚ) 13:12:30 | bozzo¡úbozzo¡úbozzo
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