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Dear Diary, Here are the words of a song by Keith Urban, "You'll think of Me", with a few words changed". This is bascially how I've been feeling this last week: I woke up early this morning, around 4am With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate I pulled the covers over my head and tried to get some sleep But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms I've been trying my best to get along But that's okay There's nothing left to say But... Take your records, take your freedom take your memories, I don't need 'em Take your space and take your reasons But you'll think of me And take your cap and leave my sweater Cause we have nothing left to weather In fact I'll feel a whole lot better If you don'tthink of me, but you'll think of me I went out driving trying to clear my head I tried to sweep away all the ruins that my emotions left I guess I'm feeling a little tired of this and all the baggage that seems to still exist It seems the only blessings I have left to my name is not knowing what we could have been But what we should have been So... Take your records, take your freedom take your memories, I don't need 'em Take your space and take your reasons But you'll think of me And take your cap and leave my sweater Cause we have nothing left to weather In fact I'll feel a whole lot better If you don't think of me Someday I'm gonna run across your mind But don't worry I'll be fine I'm gonna be alright While you're sleeping with your pride Wishing I could hold you tight I'll be over you And on with my life Take your records, take your freedom take your memories, I don't need 'em Take your space and take your reasons But you'll think of me And take your cap and leave my sweater Cause we have nothing left to weather In fact I'll feel a whole lot better If you don't think of me, you'll think of me And you're gonna think of me Someday baby, someday |
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