After school, home Fresh dirt under my and I can hot asphalt screech to a halt to let me pass
And I remember What was like through photographs And trying to recreate gives us from our past
And it's a sad song But I
Cannot forget, to regret So I met you and Take my breath away, make Worth all of the pain that I've through And mama, I've been things ain't how they used to be She said, the almost won And we're only several miles the sun Woah,
And I'm movin' on my street I see people I won't ever I of her, take a breath Feel the beat in the rhythm of my
And it's a sad song Oh, but I
forget, refuse to regret So I met you and Take my away, make everyday all of the pain that I've gone through And mama, I've cryin' 'Cause things ain't how they to be She said, the battle's won And we're only miles from the sun
The of the conversation The perfection of her The sex she slipped into my The way she felt when she saw me Hate to and love to hate her a broken record player Back and and here and gone And on and on and on and on
I cannot forget, refuse to So I met you and Take my away, make everyday Worth all of the pain that gone through And mama, been cryin' 'Cause things how they used to be She said, the battle's won And we're several miles She said, the battle's won And we're only several miles the sun