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Don't think ..
Laid on his lap
Lookin up through
The branches of the trees
Marlboro reds in my hand
Budweiser between my knees
Eye to eye and were
Glued
Takin bout the books we
Been through
Places we both
Seen
And how this
Is where were
Meant to be
Can't help but wonder
Why we've pushed
Each Other so far away
While the world keeps
Spinning
We're standing in
place
Nothing to do-we spent
The day on a bench
Scenic view of the hood but
Our body's are drenched.
In our minds clashing words
People keep to themselves
Feelings the sun only watches
When we're out here by
Ourselves.
How could the ugliest
mountain tops
Turn into the most
Beautiful days.
Why do we both look
For the rain in the
Sun's pain
How come when it
Feels so good we
Think of all the ways
That overweight the risk
Of us not breaking away..
Lookin up through
The branches of the trees
Marlboro reds in my hand
Budweiser between my knees
Eye to eye and were
Glued
Takin bout the books we
Been through
Places we both
Seen
And how this
Is where were
Meant to be
Can't help but wonder
Why we've pushed
Each Other so far away
While the world keeps
Spinning
We're standing in
place
Nothing to do-we spent
The day on a bench
Scenic view of the hood but
Our body's are drenched.
In our minds clashing words
People keep to themselves
Feelings the sun only watches
When we're out here by
Ourselves.
How could the ugliest
mountain tops
Turn into the most
Beautiful days.
Why do we both look
For the rain in the
Sun's pain
How come when it
Feels so good we
Think of all the ways
That overweight the risk
Of us not breaking away..
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