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| Take your talent around the world See what you get From your hand Sing your soul down word for word See who's your fan in this distant land It's almost like a disease I know soon he will be Over the lies, he'll be strong He'll be rich in love and he will carry on But no - Oh no No Kyle won't be mine Take your straight string for a curve Make it stretch, the same old guitar Try to find if it was worth what you spent Why you're guilty for the way You're feeling now It's almost like being free And I know soon you will be Chorus Take yourself out to the curb Sit and wait A fool for life It's almost like a disease I know soon you will be Chorus |
| "Kyle Won't Be Mine" |
| ©2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
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| Written sometime after I met Molly, probably around July. LOL Poor kid is obessed! And so, a tribute in her honor, to the tune of "You Won't Be Mine." |