1. |
Amy
03:43
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Amy, Amy
Amy, Amy,
Amy, Amy,
Your skin still makes me
Want to cry
You’re out in the sun again
And all your lovely colors blend
Into the waves surrounding you
Like diamonds on your skin
Your hair shines in the shade again
With every single day you spend
Lying out here in the sand
Your body turns to gold
But I’ve lost my chance
To ever hold your hand
Amy, Amy
Amy, Amy,
Amy, Amy,
Your skin still makes me
Want to cry
The nighttime is your stage again
You hold the city in your hands
And all us little people
Cannot help but stare
And though it has been years, my friend
Today I thought of you again,
I’m blinded by your lights that shine through
Your designer shades
Oh, I never had a chance
To ever hold your hand
Amy, Amy
Amy, Amy,
Amy, Amy,
Your skin still makes me
Want to cry
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2. |
Everyday
04:00
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I saw you under palm trees
long legs long hair & blue jeans
I thought you looked familiar
maybe a movie star?
I walked down to your grandpa's place
kissed you on your pretty face
on rooftops in the summer time
I was yours & you were mine
I see you falling
I think I'm falling
We just keep falling on
And I can't wait to fall in love
I can't wait to fall in love
I can't wait to fall in love
Every day I fall in love with you
Moved with you to crazy town
turned the planet upside down
walked with you under city lights
ice-cold beds in winter nights
We chased the sun around the globe
biked in the rain, walked dusty roads
I wore your shirt & you wore mine
by camping stove & cheap red wine
I see you falling
I think I'm falling
We just keep falling on
And I can't wait to fall in love
I can't wait to fall in love
I can't wait to fall in love
Every day I fall in love with you
Now happy endings don't exist
cause stories never end
but lying here right next to you
is the bestest way to spend
This morning, evening, afternoon,
& all the days to come,
our search around the world
has led us to our home
And I can't wait to fall in love
I can't wait to fall in love
I can't wait to fall in love
Every day I fall in love with you
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3. |
Close to You
03:47
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Mr. Magic Man
Can I be there
To hold your hand
When the world
Forgets about you
I’ve seen it in your big brown eyes
That I’ll be by your side until the end of time
My thoughts dissolved into infinity,
‘Cause nothing ever mattered like the
Way you look at me
Ahu-hu-hu-hu-hu that
Face of you
Makes me forget what I wanted to say
Ahu-hu-hu-hu-hu that
Face of you
Makes me forget what I wanted to be
Except for being
Close to you
Mr. Magic Man
Why does the story
Have to end
When the World
Forgets about you
I’ve seen it in your big brown eyes
That I’ll be by your side until the end of time
I’ve searched the meaning of eternity
But nothing ever mattered like the
Way you look at me
Ahu-hu-hu-hu-hu that
Face of you
Makes me forget what I wanted to say
Ahu-hu-hu-hu-hu that
Face of you
Makes me forget what I wanted to be
Except for being
Close to you
Ahu-hu-hu-hu-hu that
Face of you
Makes me forget what I wanted you to see
Ahu-hu-hu-hu-hu that
Face of you
Makes me forget what I wanted to be
Except for being
Close to you
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