| Keith Urban You'll Think Of Me |
| Woke up early this mornin'... 'round 4 am. With the moon shinin' bright as headlights... on the interestate. I pulled the covers over my head... & tried to catch some sleep. But' thoughts of us... kept keepin' me awake. Ever since you found yourself... in someone else's arms. I've been tryin' my best to get along... but'... it's ok. There's nothin' left to say... but'. Take your records... take your freedom... take your memories. I don't need 'em. Take your space... & take your reasons... but'... you'll think of me. Take your cat... & leave my sweater... 'cause we have nothin'... left to weather. In fact... I'll feel a whole lot better... but'... you'll think of me. You'll think of me. I went out drivin'... tryin' to clear my head. I tried to sweep out all the ruins... that my emotions left. I guess I'm feelin' just a little tired of this... & all... the baggage. That still seems to exist. It seems... the only blessin'... I have left to my name. Is not knowin' what we could have been... what we should have been. So... take your records... take your freedom.... take your memories. I don't need 'em. Take your space... & take your reasons... but'. You'll think of me. Take your cat... & leave my sweater... 'cause we have nothin' left to weather. In fact... I'll feel a whole lot better... but'... you'll think of me. Someday... I'm gonna run across your mind. But'... don't worry... I'll be fine... I'm gonna be... alright. While you're sleepin'... with your pride... wishin'... I could hold you tight. I'll be over you... & on with my life. So take your records... take your freedom... take your memories. I don't need 'em. Take your cat... & leave my sweater... 'cause we have nothin' left to weather. In fact... I'll feel a whole lot better... but' you'll think of me. Take your records... take your freedom... take your memories. I don't need 'em. Take your space... & all your reasons... but' you'll think of me. Take your cat... & leave my sweater... 'cause we have nothin' left... to weather. In fact... I'll feel a whole lot better... but' you'll think of me. And you're gonna think of me... Oh.. someday... baby... someday. |
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