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Do you think about me
When you re laying next to him
How I used to flex you right
How I used to hold you tight
How you get all stickey with me
And making love all night

Do you think about me
When you re laying next to him
How I used to flex you right
How I used to hold you tight
How you get all stickey with me
And making love all night

You there with him
Said I live for less
Knowing your second best
I toss and turn, can t rest
I know you think of the night
You slept with your head on my chest
I can t imagine you re happy with him
I confess, to have had a chance to love you
I feel blessed
But I see my princess
And my heart pounds in my chest
I just can t let you go
And I gotta know
Do you think about me, yeah

[Repeat 1]

As I reminisce of the love we shared
Baby, you know I care
Anything you want, anything you need
Baby, I ll be there
Guess he dirty macked
You left but I ll take you back
Don t know what it is
I guess ya just gotta like that
Ya got me open baby
Ya got me going crazy
Just wanna hold on
This love I got is so strong
I just can t let you go
And I gotta, I gotta, I gotta know
Do you think about me

[Repeat 1]

Girl I know he can t love you like me
I wanna love you
Completely, sweetly, baby
I got more love than you ll ever need
So girl now let me show you, yeah yeah
Oh girl, listen to me, yeah

[Repeat 1]

[Ad lib until fade]

He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool don’t see
Tryin’ hard to recreate
What had yet to be created once in her life

She musters a smile
For his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize
It never really was

She had a place in his life
He never...

Your Silhouette only remains on the day you left me,
alone in my sleep,
Sanity, is fighting off the demons
Just to keep two souls in one dream,
Maybe your heart s like a satellite
Homing on thoughts in my mind,
We wasted words...

Stoję na słońcu łapię w palce czas - nitki babiego lata.
Patrzę na świat przez szkło bez krat - przez dno butelki.
Włosy rozwiane głaszczą mi twarz,
świat jest bez końca zielony,
człowiek na słońcu to właśnie ja -
a może nie człowiek.

Leżę na ziemi wdycham zapach traw - obłoki...

Czasem mam chore dni głupie sprawy
Chodzę zły w sercu zbiera się gniew
Czuję żal że nie mogę być z nimi
Chciałbym raz kolorowe mieć sny

Wolny świat malowany dźwiękiem

Ludzi tłum słodki dym wolna miłość
Tutaj nie ma miejsca na gniew
Gitar dźwięk w uszach brzmi purple...

The first I remember knowin was that lonesome whistle blowin
And a youngin s dream of growin up to ride.
On a freight train leavin town, not knowin where I was bound
No one could steer me right, but mama tried.

Was the only rebel child from a family...