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| Buddys glas. |
If today was not an endless highway, If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasnt such a long time, Then lonesome would mean nothing to
you at all. Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin, Yes, and if I
could hear her heart a-softly poundin, Only if she was lyin by me, Then
Id lie in my bed once again. I cant see my reflection in the waters, I
cant speak the sounds that show no pain, I cant hear the echo of my
footsteps, Or cant remember the sound of my own name. Yes, and only if
my own true love was waitin, Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly
poundin, Only if she was lyin by me, Then Id lie in my bed once again.
Theres beauty in the silver, singin river, Theres beauty in the sunrise
in the sky, But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That
I remember in my true loves eyes. Yes, and only if my own true love was
waitin, Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin, Only if
she was lyin by me, Then Id lie in my bed once again.
