martes, 19 de abril de 2011

. . . a great song . . .

All of these lines across my face
tell you the story of who I am
so many stories of where I've been
and how I got to where I am.

But these stories don't mean anything
when you've got no one to tell them to
it's true, I was made for you.

I climbed across the mountain tops
swam across the ocean blue
I crossed all lines and broke all the rules
and baby I broke them all for you.

Oh because even when I was flat broke
you made me feel like a millions bucks
you do, I was made for you.

You see the smile that's on my mouth
it's hiding the words that don't come out
all of the friends who think that I'm blessed
they don't know my head is a mess.

No they don't know who I really am
and they don't know what I've been through
like you do, and I was made for you.

All of these lines across my face
tell you the story of who I am
so many stories of where I've been
and how I got to where I am.

Oh but these stories don't mean anything
when you've got no one to tell them to
it's true, that I was made for you.

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