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| I'm countin' the mountains,
As the car drives by.
I'm singing to trees an',
The clouds in the sky.
I'm laughing at passing,
Cars on the road.
And mothers are yelling,
They told me so.
I've got pencils and paper,
And things I don't need.
I'd sell them for food,
But then how would I breath?
I've got my mind set,
On the place I will go,
With your voice in my head,
Telling me so.
I've got dice on the dashboard,
And things that will swing.
I'd take them down,
But they're too distracting.
And if I die in a wreck,
I'll still be yours,
Even though my heart,
Lies on the floor. | | |
| On the street corner where the boy sits and waits,
Out of my window where I sit, anticipate,
That a bird will land soon.
Johnny was a boy, about the age of fifteen.
And of everything he did, nothing so mean,
As what he's done, to me and you.
He broke us apart, like a fragile egg shell,
And all've the mothers yell, he'll go to hell,
For ending us too soon.
The song is catchy, but the lyrics are too sad,
For a childrens song, much like the love we had.
On that sunday afternoon.
On the street near the old rundown road sign,
Sits a girl who can't make up her mind,
And it will be her ruin.
Mary Anne was a girl, about the age of fourteen,
And of everything she did, she never meant to mean,
Anything happen so soon.
She broke us apart, like a fragile egg shell,
And all've the mothers, have something new to tell,
About our ruin.
The song is catchy, but the lyrics are too sad,
For a childrens song, much like the love we had.
On that sunday afternoon.
On the old bed where the boy lays and cries,
And secretly hopes that here he'll lay and die,
And none to soon.
He was a boy about the age of fourteen,
And all he wanted was not to make a scene,
And be like I and you.
He was broken apart like a fragile egg shell,
And none of the mothers could even tell,
If he'd make it through.
The song is catchy, but the lyrics are too sad,
For a childrens song, much like the love we had.
On that sunday afternoon. | | |
| Life is good, hopefully it will stay that way for a very long time.
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| I want to make everything,
That is wrong right.
I want to write your name,
In the sand at night.
I want to take you down,
And under the dock,
So we can kiss,
Where the seagulls flock.
I want to lie you down,
And drown in your hair,
So you can bring me back,
To complete the pair.
I want to scream your name,
So that I can hear it,
Take a lock of your hair,
So I can be near it.
I want to take you away,
So that we can be alone,
And play my guitar,
And sing you my poems.
I want to lift you up,
To the skies above,
I want to scream you name,
And proclaim our love.
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