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Next thing I knew we were in deep
Hold on to me, babe, I'm 'bout to leave
She said it never felt so right
As the time went by
And I was off in the night
She said I don't cry, tonight I cried twice
The thought of you not by my side

And I find you the on the emotional type
Hold on to me, we can hold on for life
Tell me how you feel when I say this
Our destination is place-less
I never understood what it meant when
I said the three words that some people dread
That's about as real as it gets
Never hold back with my love and intent
I finally figured out what it meant
Now there's a spark in my heart times ten

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Every day
Eight days a week was the song that I'd play
Eight times for me and eight times for the sake
Eight times for love and eight times for the way
I can remember those days
You and every minute wasn't all so strange
See you in the spring when the patience pays
I'm strugglin' but hustlin' and lovin' it, always

Yeah, yeah

I wrote to her 85 times
Sometimes for her, but sometimes for my
Simple collection of lies
Sometimes to find the way up in a rhyme
I woke up one morning to find
It was her first name on a billboard sign
I smiled and said damn what a trip
Just yesterday, I had a kiss for her lips

Usually I don't make much of this
A sign's a sign, it doesn't change it a bit
I choose to stay calm in my sleep
Seeing the prize on April 19
That was, then, down to my week
Longest seven days of my life so to speak
I sip up my tea so sweet
My head thirsts the girl I've been dying to see

So, everyday
Eight days a week was the song that I'd play
Eight times for me and eight times for the sake
Eight times for love and eight times for the way
I can remember those days
You and every minute wasn't all so strange
See you in the spring when the patience pays
I'm strugglin' but hustlin', lovin' it, always

Writer(s): Wesley Finley, Eric Rachmany, Rourke Carey, Marley Williams

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