You take my breath away
You the perfect escape for me
I love your energy
The feeling of when your next to me
I've been up since 6AM on the road
On the way
And the next day
Heading home
Cuz' you're my angel
And I'll never leave you lone
Oh ahh,
Just know I'm coming home
I won't
Forget
When we
First met
I wont
Regret
The moment
We fell in love again
We fell in love again
Cuz' we fell in love when we met
It feels like a season
When a day goes by
You gave me a reason
When your by my side
You brought me back
To the light
You seem to have the perfect time
Oh oO Oo
I've been up since 6AM on the road
On the way
And the next day
I'm heading home
Cuz' you're my angel
And I'll never leave you lone
Oh ahh,
Just know I'm coming home
Let's get old
Have it all
Only way I'm
Coming home
Let's make a way
Try,
For the first time
Oh,
When we,
I won't
Forget
When we
First met
I won't
Forget
The moment
We fell in love again
We fell in love again
Cuz' we fell in love when we met
About the Creator
GNRA
I want to share the peace I found in music with the world and let each human-being know they are loved.
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