Your silly notes, your gypsy clothes
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are all scattered around in my head
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its been so long since i had a home
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you're the only thing that comes to mind
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When i think of the place
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that i need to be when i sleep
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you and me, you and me, you and me
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gotta love
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but i cant explain but we've aped
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more then most to get here
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so i pray that this time
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we both understand that from
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Belgrades to Boston
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were much better off holding hands
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an envelope that u scribbled on
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and those old grey pajamas
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that i used to wear crumbled up
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on your side of the bed
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and i cant quite explain what i mean
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but im trying so hard
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the windows are closed
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and the airs blowing hot but im freezing
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oh darling come home
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cause winters alone are like punishments for things
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that we haven't done wrong
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and i know, time apart, it wont last
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cause from belgrades to Boston
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we're much better off holding hands
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we're much better off holding hands
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we're much better off holding hands
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hallelujah
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hallelujah
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hallelujah
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hallelujah
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Silly Notes And Gypsy Clothes
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Ron Pope |