Here's a song I sing for you About a girl that I once knew She lived in a great big house With golden gates where servants bowed Unashamed I'd sit outside and wait for hours Hoping that she'd climb down from her ivory towers This beautiful girl as pretty

Let me make it up, make it up, make it up, make it up to you However, whenever, whatever you want me to I wish I could be that tender, stable girl Get all that weight off your back? Oh, oh That I put there, that I put there That you want, but I'm not And

Made a list of my regrets She showed me the things love can't forget Oh it hurt now And you were the first, love, oh Oh it hurts, I can't forget How it hurt now, oh

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you Dig my grave with a silver spade Every link in my Jesus name Ever hear that church bell tone When I'm dead don't grieve for me Come right here and put flowers on my grave See that my grave is kept clean

Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown You took me to your room You taught me how to want something Last night I heard the sirens' song And I followed it in the ditch Oh baby, I'm just carrying on Far be it for me to bitch Last night I heard the distant hum

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along

Hannah, walking in beauty, like the night Hannah, soft as the early morning light Nothing I do, brings me to you Hannah, let me love you Hannah, distance surrounds you everwhere Hannah, living in memories I can't share Living a life, wide as the sky

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Like a bullet your love me hit me to core I was flying til you knocked me to the floor And it's so foolish how you keep me wanting more I'm screaming murderer, how could you murder us I call it murder, no love allowed He said he

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