I remember you from when I was a kid
I used to see you at the rock club shows (ooooh oooh ooh)
I knew one day that I could catch your love
And hide it deep down in my soul (ooooh oooh ooh)
You were a brown-eyed girl with a grip on the world
And it was somethin' that I'd never seen (I ain't neva seen nothin' like that)
But I guess I wasn't ready to commit my life
To a girl at 17
They better believe (believe)
You're all mine
Baby, your love (your love)
Is like knifes
You're so deep (so deep)
In my mind
I get high, I get high, I get high
Pretty mama you are (you are)
The light
That I dream for (dream for)
At night
You start to crawl in (crawl in)
Just like heroin
I get high, I get high, I get high
I met you again when I was 22
And I thought "Damn, I ain't got nothing to lose"
I'm just a man in a band with a mic in his hand
Just singing and drinking to the blues
You took me away from a cold dark place
That I been in for years (ooooh oooh ooh)
Just me, my guitar and a backyard smoke
Running from all my fears
They better believe (believe)
You're all mine
Baby, your love (your love)
Is like knifes
You're so deep (so deep)
In my mind
I get high, I get high, I get high
Pretty mama you are (you are)
The light
That I dream for (dream for)
At night
You start to crawl in (crawl in)
Just like heroin
I get high, I get high, I get high
They better believe
You're all mine
Baby, your love
Is like knifes
You're so deep
In my mind
I get high, I get high, I get high
They better believe (believe)
You're all mine
Baby, your love (your love)
Is like knifes
You're so deep (so deep)
In my mind
I get high, I get high, I get high
Pretty mama you are (you are)
The light
That I dream for (dream for)
At night
You start to crawl in (crawl in)
Just like heroin
I get high, I get high, I get high
I get high, I get high, I get high
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