Lyrics

I'd like to Come see you On the shoreline Where we once Made a home for The songs that you pour Yourself into Now I ask you Why are you so Reluctant to smile Why don't you want to See me once in awhile I liked the way You would lean against the window frame I liked the way You would sigh when I said your name But now the sheets are cold This song is getting old And I miss your hands And your smiling face Hey Darlin' Where ya goin' Don't wanna be here All on my own Can't you see I need your hands like A growing plant needs The gently falling rain Why are you so Desperate to go Why don't you want to Stay with me for a while I liked the way You would lean against the window frame I liked the way You would sigh when I said your name But now the sheets are cold This song is getting old And I miss your hands And your smiling face I liked the way You would lean against the window frame I liked the way You would sigh when I said your name But now the sheets are cold This song is getting old And I miss your hands And your smiling face I liked the way You would lean against the window frame I liked the way You would sigh when I said your name But now the sheets are cold This song is getting old And I miss your hands And your smiling face
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