100 lyrics for "I look away."

There's a boy, lost his way, looking for someone to play We don't know where to go, so I'll just get lost with you We'll never fall apart, 'cause we fit together right, we fit together right These dark clouds over me, rain down and roll away We'll never
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Tomorrow is a step away, Twice removed from yesterday's sadness. Still I am a dream away, "I think I've travelled here before, And stood upon this velvet shore, That looks out to the golden ship of Reason." The man took to the gentle life, The wind cried
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When I look at you I see me We will always be part of history Forever I will always be I can't wait to hear your voice again I am far from lonely but without you I'm a mess I close my eyes and drift away And I'm wondering what you're doing now Mind and
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If you don't like it Then try it Out here looking for the good life I'll believe it when I see it Tongue in my cheek and your back in my knife I keep pushing through, my eyes right on you Everyone says you should get away, fast as you can But I know
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Baby what you mean when you smile like that? When you take my hat and turn it around And you pull me close and you push me back Look away and laugh, I can't figure out If you want my kiss or if I'm reading too much into this You playing with your pretty
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More than a woman to me More than a woman We can take forever just a minute at a time Girl, I've known you very well I've seen you growing every day I never really looked before But now you take my breath away Suddenly you're in my life A part of
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I can't seem to get out my head (out my head) Run from different enemies And where did you go as I slipped (as I slipped) Can't seem to explain a thing Going on in my head (on in my head) The memories seem to fade away With the thoughts in my head (the
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Told my bro roll a 'Wood We gon' spark that shit up Its gon' take all the pain away I'm stuck in my past My brothers they passed Look at my kicks Spanish bitch all on my dick Rollie, gon' ice out my wrist It cost a brick Baby, this not counterfeit
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Let's go crazy Summon up the mas! Play on the pan! Staring dreads are jerking their locks As the white star liner sank in the docks But on the drummers face, there is a look of dread As he drums away 400 years of dread The dancer man-in the power of mas
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