September
22 October 2007
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could ge
You said I’m yours to keep
With your voice so deep
You were just talking in your sleep
I’ll do what you’ll crave
My life for you I’ll waive
All I get is a spot next to your grave
Someone told me that you are gone now
You took off to the other side
It's no one's fault no, you just made up your mind
How can I believe something like that?
How can I believe it's true?
I don't
You're a song
Written by the hands of god
Don't get me wrong cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is wher
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