Colors surround all that make all these dreams of mine real.
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But all that I've found is a reason for why I am here.
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Women and Children they run from the feelings inside.
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And everyone's looking for problems and secrets to hide.
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And I've been winded before,
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So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door,
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To your door.
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Colors surround all that make all these dreams of mine real.
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But all that I've found is a reason for why I am here.
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I lay on the couch with my dreams and the smell of her hair.
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'Cause when she's around I don't wanna be nowhere but there.
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And I've been winded before,
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So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door,
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To your door.
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And I've been winded before,
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So I talk it out and I walk it out to your door,
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To your door.
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To Your Door
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| The Benjy Davis Project |
