"Thibodeaux, LA" genre: Acoustic
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	Lyrics The sun beat through my window I could not keep my eyes closed, I opened them to see if you were there It was an empty space though I should have kept them closed, and fell back to sleep thinking you were here I’d dream off to the place where we had our f irst real kiss The house across the street is almost finished there It used to be an empty lot but now its almost filled Pretty soon new neighbors will unpack their lives in there I’m rolling over thinking of the day ahead So back down as my head lays Up on my pillow I dream, I’m off in my own world these sheets are home I could be stuck here for days As long as I am tangled, in your arms half awake and not alone And run off to the dock where we stared up at star lights I can almost feel you breath in the warm summer air And the world soaks in the broken hearts and the pointless fights I can almost feel you grab my shirt from over there 500 miles, but inches from my mind from time to time I walk my mind I dig in sand to always find a trace of you in ever y grain and every puddle And I slow down to catch my breath and notice how liquid reflects your every detail I’m captivated…underrated heard I close my eyes and lose the day My mouth never speaks what I want to say As the stress of life rolls off my sle eve And another movie about you plays inside me And it’s the one with the 2 stupid kids And the misadventures of their first kiss f

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