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美丽 Thoughts
Not a day goes by where you don't cross my mind
Flash into there for a split second.
And my stomach tightens for a minute
At the memories and all we shared
Like a wind brushing over me
Remembering everything perfectly
Trying to figure out why its still there
Why I can replay that day and it's out come
Perfectly like a movie in my mind.
Maybe I've yet to encounter a connection
Quite the same since.
Maybe there's more to it I don't understand
Maybe I'm lost in my own little land
A foreign land, tricking myself to think a certain way
Yet I wonder about bumping into you some days
and what I would say, probably just smile
and after going through my stuff every once in a while
I come to realize I still have something of yours
and some softer songs make you come to mind
and a certain movie...
Pluck the strings of my guitar
To make music inspired by you from afar
With a guitar pick...
One I couldn't bear to look at
I don't know how to explain all of this
Maybe just memories creeping around me
Or maybe memories not wanting to have an end
and I always speak good of you to friends
The best with everything I want to send
I hope you stay happy. or at least want to be
I just know these thoughts and feelings
were always here
Just as hard to figure out
Yet just as clear.
Flash into there for a split second.
And my stomach tightens for a minute
At the memories and all we shared
Like a wind brushing over me
Remembering everything perfectly
Trying to figure out why its still there
Why I can replay that day and it's out come
Perfectly like a movie in my mind.
Maybe I've yet to encounter a connection
Quite the same since.
Maybe there's more to it I don't understand
Maybe I'm lost in my own little land
A foreign land, tricking myself to think a certain way
Yet I wonder about bumping into you some days
and what I would say, probably just smile
and after going through my stuff every once in a while
I come to realize I still have something of yours
and some softer songs make you come to mind
and a certain movie...
Pluck the strings of my guitar
To make music inspired by you from afar
With a guitar pick...
One I couldn't bear to look at
I don't know how to explain all of this
Maybe just memories creeping around me
Or maybe memories not wanting to have an end
and I always speak good of you to friends
The best with everything I want to send
I hope you stay happy. or at least want to be
I just know these thoughts and feelings
were always here
Just as hard to figure out
Yet just as clear.
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