lonestar~what i miss the most~
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(Michael Britt/Richie McDonald/Frank Myers) I hear the sound of gentle rain Like teardrops on the windowpane A priceless smile in a wooden frame beside the bed I stare at the ceiling and talk to the walls I lay here alone and imagine it all As a river of memories rush through my head I can almost taste your kiss as I think about how much I miss Your hungry eyes, your satin skin The sound of your voice whisperin' The love I feel inside your heart When you're wrapped up in my arms so close ... Keywords: lonestar, what, miss, the, most |
