Everytime You Leave

The Old Stuff

It�s a blessing to search your eyes

Soft, gentle, and meek.

But then you walk away,

and I wonder why

it cause so much pain inside

and makes me cry.

It�s not your fault you make me faint

Or shiver at the knees.

You cripple me on the spot,

But no, baby, don�t blame yourself.

Just don�t close that door behind you.

Leave it open so your breath

Can seep into my room

Where my dreams are filled with you.

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3/14/04...title suggestions?

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