Ballerina in a music box,
With your pink shoes on,
Satin ribbons
Now I counted this letter I've written you seven times
And
And the headlights on the highway
can not help me understand
whatever
The sun comes out from a sea of clouds,
I shed
Forever I pray those beautiful eyes wanna fall upon me,
And
I drove 1,100 miles,
To find a photograph I lost;
It’s just
Your silly notes, your gypsy clothes
are all scattered around in
Like Lights Flash On Subway Cars
She Shines On Something Set
pretty new dress
i just cant keep my hands off of
Well I just strum the chords and sing the words
It's
Love of my life, your father never watched the sky,
And
A drop in the oceanA change in the weatherI was
When the streetlights come on and the fireflies flicker,I am
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