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| Here I sit cross-legged in the candlelight Wanting a connection with you tonight I told you many things, but I didn't realize How you'd awaken all my senses How you'd open up my eyes I can still feel the heat, that you pressed against my cheek Oh, that kiss......you used to leave here on my lips The screen door's still swingin' in the autumn breeze I can still hear your footsteps & the jingle of your keys |
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| And you're down that road, boy... You're on down that road... That road's, composed, of memories we've made There've been times... I traveled it, ev-ery-day It's got washboards & holes, but it'll never be paved With your lies..........oh..with your lies........ |
| You're down that road, boy You're on down that road That road's composed of the memories we've made There've been times I've traveled it everyday It's got washboards & holes, but it'll never be paved With your lies, boy.........with your lies As I look around this place I see the gentle reminders Of a love one step away from being born As I look into the mirror, I'm takin' off these blinders All I see......is a woman who's been scorned |
| Ya it's got washboards & holes, but it'll never be paved With your lies, boy......with your lies........... |
| Down That Road Written By, Marci Hanshue Copyright, December 2001 |
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The sun it still sets, the fog it still rolls in These tears sometimes roll, gently from my eyes And I wonder..oohh I wonder.....every now and then...... Doesn't take too much to change my mind.... I won't choose that road, boy, I won't choose that road... That road's, composed, of memories we've made There've been times...I traveled it, ev-ery-day It's got washboards & holes, but it'll never be paved With your lies.......oh..with your lies....... |
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