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You re boy sits down to write a song cause he thinks he s got something to say Innocence thinks […]

Some 15 year old kid sits on his porch, just half-past noon triying to figure out just what he s

When she walks when she talks She does it like you The way she do everything, she does it just

First time I saw you girl, I knew that wouldn t long I tried holdin back my feeling, But you

You say you ve seen it before it s time you realize The promisse they never meant to keep They

Seems like years since I ve been home Living this dream on the endless roads Faces in the crowd They

He says he s your friend, but you don t see hin He says that he s so damn busy,

Dear Lord, Jesus, Buddah, Allah or can I just call you Joe I ve got a lot of things to

Ain t no cure for love Ain t no cure for love There ain t no cure for love Ain

You can lose at cards… You can lose your keys… You can lose the house or lose the lease… You

Joey Keys was from my neighborhood Some would say that he was bad and Joe thought that was good Joey

All i wanna do is you Working hard eight days a week Most days we got no time to speak