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Longer Gone

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 29.08.2012

Honey, honey
Honey you still prey on my mind
I tried thumbin', freight train jumpin'
Baby nothin' leaves you behind

So I jump up, find me a mountain
Shake of the sheep I been countin'
Chase that sun 'til it runs out of sky
And if your memory's still too strong
I'll keep movin' on and get longer gone

Now there are those who
Swear that I belong in a padded room
Cause I can't sleep, baby you keep
Creepin' up like the light of a crescent moon

So I jump up, find me a mountain
Shake of the sheep I been countin'
Chase that sun 'til it runs out of sky
And if your memory's still too strong
I'll keep movin' on and get longer gone

It would be easy if I never loved you
Found someone new
But until I do

So I jump up, find me a mountain
Shake of the sheep I been countin'
Chase that sun 'til it runs out of sky
And if your memory's still too strong
I'll keep movin' on and get longer gone

Honey, honey
Honey you still prey on my mind


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