What you call believing, I call blind
Can't you see the bags under my eyes?
Or the rags that I've worn in disguise?
The latest fashion, the greatest curse
There ain't gonna be a next time
And all that I see in my mind
To have and to hold holding too hard
inside your arms, it'll be alright,
Like cattle, they packed us onto the bus
11 hours later, we were in Nashville
And now I'm running from the wind
Cause I know how fast it can blow
There ain't gonna be a next time,
And all that I see in my mind
I wanna hold you closely,
Having to hold, hold it to heart
Inside your arms and be all right
I want to feel the wet grass
before you came and brought the rain?
Now it's pouring all the time,
but you know that I don't mind,
There ain't gonna be a next time
And all that I see in my mind
To have him, to hold him,
Inside your arms, it'll be alright,
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