My life was black and white until you came around
So
Rolling down the road
Going no where, guitar packed in the
I could bless the water
But it wouldn't turn to wine
Paint
How many times have I come to you?
How many times
Stoplights turn into skylines and my mind turns to you
Two
I think I feel like sleepin' in
I won't wake up
I gotta little thing comonna kaya
Cool sheets, real fine, lay
You know the summer time is gone now
All the leaves
There's a soft sweet space on the back of your
Dance for me, sweetheart while I strum my guitar
You sure
Your skin is like the moonlight
Dancing in the midnight
Your touch
Trying in my life, trying to survive
A world away from
You don't know me but I don't even know myself
We
Wake up, crossed another state line
Fed up, a hundred million
Didn't take nothing that I didn't need
'Cause they didn't offer
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