I never met a girl like you beforeYou always wait
And once again we are in jeopardyOur crimes are aging
Four in the morning I’m goneDriving toward the conquering of
Come on rider ‘cause I long to talk to youCome
Well I've seen you as you wonderI surely know you
Days of Hunger won't you buy them for meIn my
I always wished to be aroundMe brother's kids as they
Wish I'd find a way to tell herHow she's everything
In my head there's a melodyThat i hearOnce it held
I am the worst addictI suffer many thrillsThat always leave
On this birthdayI dream awayIt’s a pile of hayIn my
Well I dreamed of you my loveOn that grassy hill
I sit aloneOn a wooden chairThe windows are shutI don't
I can see a bright light up the hill thereWay
He never took a paperNever took his penBecause he knewHe
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