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Think Of You

1998 Fred LeBlanc

Another rainy morning
Another rainy day
It's gonna be a long one
But I'm stuck here anyway
I'm thinkin' of your cryin'
I'm thinkin' of your laugh
'Cause everything I thought was whole
Now suddenly is half

You don't hear anything 'bout me
I don't hear anything 'bout you
So pass another round
'Cause I'm in the mood to drownd
To sit around and think of you

I'm laying under blankets
I'm sprawled out on the bed
Recounting every word or deed
We ever did or said
Remember all the laughter
Remember all the pain
Remember when we ran
In New York City in the rain

You don't know anything 'bout me
I don't know anything 'bout you
Your memories coming round
And it seems that I am bound
To sit around and think of you

Apathy breeds tragedy
This is your mother
This is your father
Tragedy breeds sympathy of love
Sympathy breeds apathy
This is your brother
This is your sister
Maladies make melodies
Everybody knows

I'm in no mood for dancing
I'm in no mood to eat
'Cause everything has taken on
A taste so bitter sweet

I'm thinkin' that I could've
I'm thinkin' that I should
And maybe if I would've
Then I could I should I would

You don't care anything 'bout me
I don't care anything 'bout you
If you need me come on down
To the local lost 'n' found
Where I sit around and think of you