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Alex Band Never Let You Go

closed but I feel you breathe Whispering softly Listen to me I will never, ever, ever Let you go, you know I will never, ever, ever Let you go, you

closed but I feel you breathe Whispering softly Listen to me I will never, ever, ever Let you go, you know I will never, ever, ever Let you go, you know

are closed but I feel you breathe Whispering softly Listen to me I will never, ever, ever Let you go, you know I will never, ever, ever Let you go, you

see if maybe he can tell me why your hatin' on me, bitin' on me, why you want me to have to show you Leatherface indeed. I'll cut you down quicker

, buck to the chest and I guess you're deathly Now I gotta treat ya like a sucka 'Cause you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker Coolio but you

you three-thousand dollars. And if I never lived in that van I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex or Middagh. And if I never worked in a

studied Bach, Jacques Chirac, and Isaac Asimov But I wasn't on the ski bus jerking people off Wouldn't let you touch my chest like you're Vapo rubbing Vicks in Let

the priests..." We've taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes. It's one for

of the priests..." We've taken care of everything The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes. It's one for