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| If I had my way, I'd be in your town I might not stay, but at least i would've been around Cause there's something about what happens when we talk Something about what happens when we talk. |
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| Does this make sense, doesn't matter anyway Is it coincidence, or was it meant to be Cause there's something about what happens when we talk Something about what happens when we talk. |
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| Conversation with you was like a drug It wasn't your face so much as it was your words Cause there's something about what happens when we talk Something about what happens when we talk. |
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| Well I can't stay round, cause I'm going back south All I regret now is I never kissed your mouth Cause there's something about what happens when we talk Something about what happens when we talk Cause there's something about what happens when we talk something about what happens when we talk. |
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| Although my reflections pages contain mostly poems that I have written, I have included the lyrics to this Lucinda Williams song. This awesome song has come to have very special meaning in my life. *Big Smile* |
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