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a song in my head
the wind in my hair
I take in the sun
and breathe in the air
look over beside me
and see your sweet face
step on the gas
and feel my heart race
is it the speed or the smile
that makes my heart pound?
except for your voice
I cant hear a sound
I feel you move closer
and then closer still
how can something so simple
give one such a thrill?
so long as youre here
so long as youre there
my life will be better
so long as you care.
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a clear conscience is a sure sign of a fuzzy memory
Last edited by Capt Jack : 11-08-2005 at 10:11 PM.
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