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For a while so you re not alone, i want to give you what you give to me and every breath that is in your lungs
wrap my arms around
Soft hair and a velvet tongue, if i could just hear your pretty voice
If i could just hear your pretty voice, will tell you that i m coming home Dirty, wrap my arms around

I don t think i need to see at all, when i hear your lips make a sound, when i hear your lips make a sound
When i hear your lips make a sound, is a tiny little gift to me is a tiny little gift to me
for a while so you re not alone
I didn t feel so bad till the sun went down, you can hear me coming down the hall

for a while so you re not alone
I didn t feel so bad till the sun went down, i want to give you what you give to me and every breath that is in your lungs, for a while so you re not alone
When i hear your lips make a sound, no one to wrap my arms around, will tell you that i m coming home
If you re thinking of the holy ghost, when i know you re not around

I didn t feel so bad till the sun went down, soft hair and a velvet tongue
i didn t feel so bad till the sun went down
and i think i m gonna stick around
You can hear me coming down the hall, i want to give you what you give to me and every breath that is in your lungs The, then i come home

is a tiny little gift to me is a tiny little gift to me
will tell you that i m coming home
If i could just hear your pretty voice, thirty notes in the mailbox Ground, shiny tops and soda pops
Can tell you what he loves the most, wrap my arms around And, is a tiny little gift to me is a tiny little gift to me

i want to give you what you give to me and every breath that is in your lungs
for a while so you re not alone
When i know you re not around, if you re thinking of the holy ghost, shiny tops and soda pops
you can hear me coming down the hall

Wrap my arms around, i didn t feel so bad till the sun went down
When i know you re not around, if you re thinking of the holy ghost Dead, for a while so you re not alone
i don t think i need to see at all
well any man with a microphone

If you re thinking of the holy ghost, then i come home
When i hear your lips make a sound, you can hear me coming down the hall
For a while so you re not alone, i don t think i need to see at all, i want to give you what you give to me and every breath that is in your lungs
I don t think i need to see at all, when i know you re not around Dead, can tell you what he loves the most

Will tell you that i m coming home, well any man with a microphone White, i want to give you what you give to me and every breath that is in your lungs