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I'll be asking you, my friend Where to lay it down again Trees begin to hold us still Living wounds won't heal themselves Streets flood with your love Cars flowing down like mud Sun barely under clouds Heat so soft it sounds like You, wish you could be here Just with you Wish you could be here I'll be asking you, my friend Where to lay it down again Trees begin to hold us still Living wounds won't heal themselves Streets flood with your love Cars flowing down like mud Sun barely under clouds Heat so soft it sounds like You, wish you could be here Just with you Wish you could be here You, wish you could be here Just with you Wish you could be here
Writer(s): Roberto Carlos Lange Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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