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The way you always held me With gentle arms I can’t forget Memories so clear and vivid Tho we’ve never met Tho we’ve never met I’ve always known you’re there I wonder what you look like What’s the color of your hair? What’s the color of your hair? What’s the sound of your name? Tho I’ve never heard it I want to hear it again To hear it again Like a thousand times before When will I meet you? When will you arrive back at my door? When will you arrive back at my door? It seems you’re running late Tho I’ve never met you I wonder why you make me wait I wonder why you make me wait You know how much I care I wonder what you look like What’s the color of your hair?
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
The Color of Your Hair
The way you always held me With gentle arms I can’t forget Memories so clear and vivid Tho we’ve never met Tho we’ve never met I’ve always known you’re there I wonder what you look like What’s the color of your hair? What’s the color of your hair? What’s the sound of your name? Tho I’ve never heard it I want to hear it again To hear it again Like a thousand times before When will I meet you? When will you arrive back at my door? When will you arrive back at my door? It seems you’re running late Tho I’ve never met you I wonder why you make me wait I wonder why you make me wait You know how much I care I wonder what you look like What’s the color of your hair?
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andrew-monroe
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
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