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• Artiste: John Vincent III
• Titre: Never, No Not Once
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Ran outta gas somewhere in Arizona So, I started walking through that red mud You said you saw God through one of them picture sliding viewers And He walked with you through the rain Remember running through all them pine roads Back when we were just kids and we swore we had everything figured out? Ain't it something, how life keeps moving? Heard you're having a baby now and you're moving On and on, we just keep rambling down the road Highways and skylines take us back to places we'd been before And your heart got me through it Yeah, your heart got me through it (Yoo) Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh, how could I have ever held my breath? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed The older I get So much more that I'm thinking about Ways I might wind up dead But never, no, not once do I think about my life Without you in it Water's filling up all them side streets But that's alright, we'll just take the highways for a while Roadside motels, how many times have we raised Hell? Besides, them wide roads, always sooner than Bright Eyes best So, put on something exciting like that CCR record you bought me back When I was feeling sorry for myself I used to fucking hate it when you'd ask, "Have you ever seen the rain, babe?" When I was pissed off 'bout some other bullshit So, how many times have we made it through? I know it ain't your job to always get me through it, yeah You've been through enough for the both of us That's why I thank God that he gave me you, yeah Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh, how could I have ever held my breath? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed The older I get So much more that I'm thinking about Ways I might wind up dead But never, no, not once do I think about my life Without you in it Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh, how could I have ever held my breath? Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Yeah) I'm sinking to that dried-up riverbed The older I get So much more that I'm thinking about Ways I might wind up dead But never, no, not once do I think about my life— No, never, no, not once do I think about my life— No, never, no, not once do I think about my life Without you in it, babe