Every time I go to hold you in my arms
Your body can't stand to lose an ounce
The paint on
I don't want to give up now
I think I found
I've got about a week
Gonna take a bunch of pictures
And
I'm gonna hit the open road
Pack my bags and discover
Trouble bound
We hit the town
And I'll never forget that sound
Tonight
Apathetic to a fault
You moved away
To find yourself
On the way
you
I've been away
Because of my pride
Your love was too good
I don't want to worryI don't wanna whine, but leave
All the things you wanna doEverything you held on to
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