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Wim Tapley
Wim Tapley
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William Cannon Tapley
William Cannon Tapley
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Lyrics

I'm prepared to lose my mind for the night, love So can we slow down Looks like you know how These times they get so strange but I'm sure That I'd hold ya Looks like you'd hold me too This is breaking news And now you're pushing through I'm caught up by your fire And I can't escape You've got me in the palm of your hands Why would I retire when you're calling my name Oh, Oh Where the hell'd you come from It doesn't matter now Oh, Oh Seems that I do better When I just shut my mouth I'll ask myself, oh Is the goal your love I'll ask myself, oh Is it just your touch I'm so prone to overthinking, I know, love It's my curse But it could be worse, of that I'm sure because I'll See you a thousand times and a couple more When I think back to The Woodlands And the way I held you just that once Oh, Oh Where the hell'd you come from It doesn't matter now Oh, Oh Seems that I do better When I just shut my mouth I'll ask myself, oh Is the goal your love I'll ask myself, oh Is it just your touch Oh, Oh Where the hell'd you come from It doesn't matter now Oh, Oh Seems that I do better When I just shut my mouth I'll ask myself, oh Is the goal your love I'll ask myself, oh Is it just your touch Someday I'll get it right
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