Try to think that love's not aroundStill it's uncomfortably nearMy
I can see your ass sitting on your seat.I'm hoping
The stars have gone from the sky,and tears are here
A spoiled cherry beneath the orchard treeA question of who
Quiet nights of quiet starsQuiet chords from my guitarFloating on
Baby let's cruise, away from hereDon't be confused the way
I'm tripping downstairs because I feel the music coming.To hear
I see the pictures that you've painted in your mind,even
Them that's got shall getThem that's not shall loseSo the
I've got money in my pocketI like the colour of
Billboards scattered in a town I used to know.Almost flattered
Your calloused hands have freckled me,placed my thoughts in places
Woke up this morning with my head in my handsand
She let her hair down long and lowAnd fumbled through
I come here for motivation.I am slipping thoughts through stations.I
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