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Dec 2017
No one knows me
like the girl with the paint covered hands back home
Yeah, you would show me I had something some people call a soul
The only person I'd choose to grow old
I'm lucky it only took me till I was twenty four years old
Whispered delicate loving affirmations and my mind was sold
You took a hold of me and never let me go
Never letting me forget just go with the flow
I can honestly say in the center of my chest
She's the absolute love and knows what's best
I look forward to the tomorrows
And returning to home
To the girl with the paint covered hands
Cause no one knows me like her
She's got my heart and my soul
I'll always come home Annie, to wherever you are.
Vinnie Brown
Written by
Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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