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After schoolWalking homeFresh dirt under my fingernailsAnd I can smell hot asphaltCars screech to a halt to let me passAnd I cannot rememberWhat life was like through photographsTrying to recreate images life gives us from our past
And sometimes it’s a sad song
But I cannot forgetRefuse to regretSo glad I met youTake my breath awayMake everydayWorth all of the pain that I haveGone throughAnd mama I’ve been cryin’Cause things ain’t how they used to beShe said the battles almost wonAnd we’re only several miles from the sun
Moving on down the streetI see people I won’t ever meetThink of her, take a breathFeel the beat in the rhythm of my stepsAnd sometimes it’s a sad song
But I cannot forgetRefuse to regretSo glad I met youTake my breath awayMake everydayWorth all of the pain that I haveGone throughAnd mama I’ve been cryin’Cause things ain’t how they used to beShe said the battles almost wonAnd we’re only several miles from the sun
The rhythm of her conversationThe perfection of her creationThe sex she slipped into my coffeeThe way she felt when she first saw meHate to love and love to hate herLike a broken record playerBack and forth and here and goneAnd on and on and on and on
And sometimes it’s a sad song
But I cannot forgetRefuse to regretSo glad I met youTake my breath awayMake everydayWorth all of the pain that I haveGone throughAnd mama I’ve been cryin’Cause things ain’t how they used to beShe said the battles almost wonAnd we’re only several miles from the sun
Moving on down the streetI see people I won’t ever meetThink of her, take a breathFeel the beat in the rhythm of my stepsAnd sometimes it’s a sad song
But I cannot forgetRefuse to regretSo glad I met youTake my breath awayMake everydayWorth all of the pain that I haveGone throughAnd mama I’ve been cryin’Cause things ain’t how they used to beShe said the battles almost wonAnd we’re only several miles from the sun
The rhythm of her conversationThe perfection of her creationThe sex she slipped into my coffeeThe way she felt when she first saw meHate to love and love to hate herLike a broken record playerBack and forth and here and goneAnd on and on and on and on
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