After school Waking home Fresh dirt under my fingernails And I can smell hot asphalt Cars screech to a halt to let me pass And I cannot remember What life was like through photographs Trying to recreate images life gives us from our past
And sometimes it's a sad song
But I cannot forget Refuse to regret So glad I met you Take my breath away Make everyday Worth all of the pain that I have Gone through And mama I've been cryin' 'Cause things ain't how they used to be She said the battle's almost won And we're only several miles from the sun
Moving on down my street I see people I won't ever meet Think of her, take a breath Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps And sometimes it's a sad song
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The rhythm of her conversation The perfection of her creation The sex she slipped into my coffee The way she felt when she first saw me Hate to love and love to hate her Like a broken record player Back and forth and here and gone And on and on and on and on
