America sang me all the way
Across Ventura Highway
I
Every breath you take
And every move you make
Every smile you
Time has come and time has gone
Since I packed my
please hold up my heart
give me a reason for this
LA's fine, the sun shines most of the time;
At
Fell out of love
And hit the ground
Lookin for
Early Morning Waking up my blinds are shut
the light
Radio, Radio
Tell me what i wanna know, wanna know
I’ve been roamin’ around , I was lookin’ down
On
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything
Where do we go from here?
This isn't where we
One, two, three
I think about you far more than I
The way you look at me
The way you say
Will you take me back again?
You know I'll take you
Don't you, don't you worry about me
Don't you worry about
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