| Vince Gill Ain't Nothin' Like The Real Thing |
| Ain't nothing... like the real thing... baby. Ain't nothing... like the real thing. Ain't nothing... like the real thing... baby. Ain't nothing... like the real thing. I got your picture... hangin'...on the wall. But... it can't seem... to come to me... when I call your name. I realize... it's just a picture... in a frame. I read your letters... but... your not here. They don't move me... they don't groove me. Like when I hear... your sweet voice... whisperin' in my ear. I play my games... of fantasy. I pretend... I don't see reality. I need the shelter... of your arms... to comfort me. I got some memories... you look back on. Though... they help me... when your gone. I'm well awear... nothing... can take the place... of you being there. No other sound... is quite the same... as your name. No touch... can do half as much... to make me feel better. Lets stay together. I'm so... so glad we got the real thing... baby. So glad... we got the real thing. Ain't nothing like the real thing... baby. Ain't nothing... like the real thing. "Good Morning Beautiful" Steve Holy |
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