My baby, there's something you should know
About me, before you
Somebody out there better get this
Not many people can do
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I don't want to cross over,
between this genre,
Everybody wants me to be their angel
Everybody wants something they
I still remember,
The ways that you touched me.
Now
With you these streets are heaven
Now home feels so foreign
They
She rises with the sunset
She wonders "When will this end?"
The
All along I was searching for my Lenore
In the words
Let Me Give You My Love
What a day, young boy
I don't want to cross over,
between this genre, that genre.
Between
Every time I think about you
Heaven knows I fall into
Late at night I think about you sometimes
I don't cry,
I was dancing with a dirty blond Texan
Charming accent but
I really want to tell you something
I really want to