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Minding our own barely making it rhyme, it's all coming out there's dust in the drought but the rain comes in time. Nothing held back I've got nothing to say, let it roll off my shoulders puts less your mind and it's better that way. And isn't this nice? you like hot tea on ice thank you, yes, I can follow directions so please don't think twice. And isn't this great? we can stay out real late watching millions of sparkling stars while you're lickin' that plate? I said nothing at all it's that horse in the stall my foot fell asleep but I'm not gonna weep I can drag it or crawl. Now the wind's in the trees and your hand's on my knees and the warmth of your breath on my neck puts my tired mind at ease. All I wanted       porch                     swing             rhythm     back               and         forth         with you babe                          All I needed                           porch                  swing         rhythm back        and                   forth                 with you. Minding our own barely making it rhyme, it's all coming out and there's dust in the drought but the rain comes in time Distracted, it's true idle chatter won't do Better nothing to say put the music on play and be quiet with you.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
Porch Swing Rhythm
Minding our own barely making it rhyme, it's all coming out there's dust in the drought but the rain comes in time. Nothing held back I've got nothing to say, let it roll off my shoulders puts less your mind and it's better that way. And isn't this nice? you like hot tea on ice thank you, yes, I can follow directions so please don't think twice. And isn't this great? we can stay out real late watching millions of sparkling stars while you're lickin' that plate? I said nothing at all it's that horse in the stall my foot fell asleep but I'm not gonna weep I can drag it or crawl. Now the wind's in the trees and your hand's on my knees and the warmth of your breath on my neck puts my tired mind at ease. All I wanted       porch                     swing             rhythm     back               and         forth         with you babe                          All I needed                           porch                  swing         rhythm back        and                   forth                 with you. Minding our own barely making it rhyme, it's all coming out and there's dust in the drought but the rain comes in time Distracted, it's true idle chatter won't do Better nothing to say put the music on play and be quiet with you.
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igclair
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
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