The singer in the band made me want to cry.
We are all inside our own heads now
Leaving new friends, leaving this town:
And I wish you could be hear with me.
The road it winds, it twist it turns,
My stomach burns.
Once again I will be the foolish one,
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come.Don't you worry, don't get in state.
I don't believe in true love anyway
Who is being pessimistic now?
I could document this as out first, as our last row.
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm.
I won't be seeing you for a long while,
But I hope its not as long as these country miles.
I feel lost.
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