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FROM THIS TO THAT
NIGHT COMING IN
A FULL MOON HANGING LOW IN THE SKY
I'M FALLING UNDER IT'S SPELL
IT ALWAYS GETS INSIDE
DOESN'T HAVE THE POWER OVER ME
THAT IT ONCE HAD
I REMEMBER WHEN IT SEEMED
THAT WE USED TO OWN THE NIGHT
WHATEVER WE DECIDED, WOULD BE ALRIGHT
THREE AM AND WE'RE ALL IN THE PARK
LIVING, LAUGHING, LEARNING IN THE DARK
DIFFERENT TIMES WERE THOSE
WE DIDN'T NEED A PHONE
WE WALKED EVERYWHERE
AND THEN WE WALKED BACK HOME
SWEET WERE THE NIGHTS
WHEN YOU FOUND WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR
JUST MADE YOU HUNGRY FOR MORE
DROPPED LIKE A STONE, WHEN THE WELL WENT DRY
ALWAYS ONE MORE TRY
FROM THIS TO THAT
YOU WERE NEVER SURE WHAT YOU WANTED
YOU JUST FELT HAUNTED
THEN YOU STRUCK OUT ON YOUR OWN
YOU HAD ENOUGH OF HOME
NEW FRIENDS, NEW TIMES
KIND OF LIKE OLD TIMES
THIS TIMES MUCH MORE SOUND
WE WERE ON SOLID GROUND
SOME OF THE BEST TIMES, I'D EVER KNOW
IT WAS SAD TO SEE THEM GO
TIME MOVES ON AND THOSE TIMES ARE GONE
Written by: J.R HILTON 2016
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