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tell me how you're the first thing in the morning and at night this isn't right how can someone always be on someone elses mind its like i am the geeky kid at school and you have the cheerleader outfit on and sit by me at lunch and make me feel like im somehow cool well i've never been the one to get the girl but girl you are my world atlanta cant come soon enough even if i gathered every flower in the world in the biggest basket its still wouldnt smell as good as the sweat between the palms of our hands even if the angels themselves had the biggest choir meet in the world it still would be defeated by the beat beat beat from the rhythm when you sing to me thank god i am finally back to myself with your help you bring the best outta me youd make a man think he was a lion but the whole time he was just a child playing with things he didn't understand there's an art to holding hands. From Letras Mania