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The things I do to pass the time When I don’t have you right by my side I smoke I drink I try to write I can’t fall asleep so I’m up all night Staring at stars trying to learn their names Build a fire in the woods and get close to the flames It burns my boots it singes my jeans And nothing seems real like it’s all a dream The things I do when we’re apart Oh they’re not that clever and they ain’t too smart There’s too much mind and not much heart In the things I do when we’re apart The only remedies are your lips Laying naked together slow dancing to a kiss It could rain sleet or snow I would run through it Hand in hand with you just for the fun of it The things I do to pass the time When I don’t have you right by my side I smoke I drink I write I wait Not a thing in the world could take your place The moon rides high now but it ain’t your eyes Your scent is on my sheets now but you aren’t beside I smile just knowing you’re on the other line When you ask what I’m doing I’ll say Just passing time (c) 2015
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Passing Time
The things I do to pass the time When I don’t have you right by my side I smoke I drink I try to write I can’t fall asleep so I’m up all night Staring at stars trying to learn their names Build a fire in the woods and get close to the flames It burns my boots it singes my jeans And nothing seems real like it’s all a dream The things I do when we’re apart Oh they’re not that clever and they ain’t too smart There’s too much mind and not much heart In the things I do when we’re apart The only remedies are your lips Laying naked together slow dancing to a kiss It could rain sleet or snow I would run through it Hand in hand with you just for the fun of it The things I do to pass the time When I don’t have you right by my side I smoke I drink I write I wait Not a thing in the world could take your place The moon rides high now but it ain’t your eyes Your scent is on my sheets now but you aren’t beside I smile just knowing you’re on the other line When you ask what I’m doing I’ll say Just passing time (c) 2015
christopher-gilman-scott
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
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