DeYarmond Edison
First Impression
I've been feeling your holdFor a week or soThe impression showsAnd I know I've beenIn the arms of kinMy old strength is my new friendMy directionMy reverenceAnd there's a train in my heartThat doesn't seem to startUnless you're lying next to meWhen I go to bedI lay down my wishful headI'll be hearing what you saidEchoingRevelingMy heart has been tearing For there to hereMy dearI've got a baseball mittMade of leather and my spitLetras de cancionesFor catching skybits that have slippedI call it sensationYou call it revelationI've been feeling your holdFor a week or soThe impression shows
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