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New Found Glory From The Screen To Your Stereo Part Ii

me, down by the broken tree house Swing me upon its hanging tire Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Hey, hey, hey, hey Ooh, oh Won't you come see about me? I'll be alone dancing, you know it, baby Tell me your troubles and doubts Giving me everything

to be with you alone And talk about the weather But traditions I can trace against the child in your face Won't escape my attention Oh, you keep your

way I planned them to be But if you'll wait around awhile, I'll make you fall for me I promise, I promise you I will When your day is through and so is your

I don't need to fall at your feet Just 'cause you cut me to the bone And I won't miss the way that you kiss me We were never carved in stone If I don