I can see the sunset stripping your eye,
I'll drive it down.
I'll be the sunday morning to cross, when you wake.
I see movement in your eye,
to get away on your own.
I can see no wise understanding above,
telling me to go.
And I wanted to waste the times of the tide, driving slow.
I am moving, driving slow.
The only one who I don't to ever sawn, sunset in you eye.
I can see the pretty things as to come, far to go.
I see movement in your eye, to get away on your own.
Second streets have no name,
in the backlane of your house.
I feel that today,
we two are smilling.
Second streets have no name,
in the backlane of your house.
I feel that today,
we two are smilling.
To many streets,
To many streets,
Theres to many streets,
To many streets, without name.
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