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Everywhere I Go

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 17.07.2012

I walk around the block
To try to get you off my mind
I turn the corner, look who's there
Just like I remember pretty as a picture
And I was just beginning not to care
Standing in the rain I stopped to stare

'Cause everywhere I go, you're goin' my way
In the dark of night, in the light of day
I can't run and I can't hide
There just ain't no place
'Cause everywhere I go, you're goin' my way

Sittin' at the table
I sense you behind me
Even though I know you're not really here
Climbin' into bed you slide in beside me
I feel my eyes well up in tears
Oh I can't make your memory disappear

'Cause everywhere I go, you're goin' my way
In the dark of night, in the light of day
I can't run and I can't hide
There just ain't no place
'Cause everywhere I go, you're goin' my way

I can learn to live without you
I wouldn't even dream about you
If you'd only set me free

'Cause everywhere I go, you're goin' my way
In the dark of night, in the light of day
I can't run and I can't hide
There just ain't no place
'Cause everywhere I go, you're goin' my way

Everywhere I go

I walk around the block
To try to get you off my mind


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