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By Marc Broussard, My life was black and white until you came around
So
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By Marc Broussard, Rolling down the road
Going no where, guitar packed in the
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By Marc Broussard, I could bless the water
But it wouldn't turn to wine
Paint
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By Marc Broussard, How many times have I come to you?
How many times
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By Marc Broussard, Stoplights turn into skylines and my mind turns to you
Two
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By Marc Broussard, I think I feel like sleepin' in
I won't wake up
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By Marc Broussard, I gotta little thing comonna kaya
Cool sheets, real fine, lay
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By Marc Broussard, You know the summer time is gone now
All the leaves
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By Marc Broussard, There's a soft sweet space on the back of your
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By Marc Broussard, Dance for me, sweetheart while I strum my guitar
You sure
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By Marc Broussard, Your skin is like the moonlight
Dancing in the midnight
Your touch
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By Marc Broussard, Trying in my life, trying to survive
A world away from
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By Marc Broussard, You don't know me but I don't even know myself
We
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By Marc Broussard, Wake up, crossed another state line
Fed up, a hundred million
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By Marc Broussard, Didn't take nothing that I didn't need
'Cause they didn't offer
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By Marc Broussard, Sure look good tonight
Underneath the lights I see ya
Set the
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By Marc Broussard, Well, well, well, well
I can't understand why you don't say
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By Marc Broussard, Is this the place that we're supposed to be?
This the
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By Marc Broussard, Deep in the heart of a man is a need
For
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By Marc Broussard, Got to apologize
Never meant to hurt you so
If I could
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By Marc Broussard, Have you ever had a woman that you didn't deserve?
She's
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By Marc Broussard, Never would I have imagined
I'd be here with you tonight
Holding
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By Marc Broussard, Yeah yeah
Oh oh oh
Cast my eyes towards the sky
Looking down
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By Marc Broussard, Why did it have to end so soon?
Why did you
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By Marc Broussard, I try to say the words but they don't come
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By Marc Broussard, Staring out the window, watching the world go by
Sometimes it's
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By Marc Broussard, My God, my God
Why have You forsaken me?
And I cannot
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By Marc Broussard, Come in from the cold, close the door from the
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By Marc Broussard, Now everybody claims that
They want the best things out of
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By Marc Broussard, If I ever leave you baby
You can say I told
