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PAULA COLE >> Merchandise Links
PAULA COLE
Oh John, oh John, oh John Never lose the memory of April twenty-six Your hands designed my body You autographed my hip I lost all my worry I lost all sense of time My fears evaporated When you held me in your oh my god and Oh John, in a New York hotel room In a truck off the back road Southwest of Chicago Oh John, in a New England fairground on a lawn in the backyard in a town in Colorado, oh Oh John, oh John, oh John Saturate my consciousness with sweet elixir wine Your body is the chalice your spirit is the vine I lose all my worry I lose all sense of time My fears evaporate When you hold me in your oh my god and Chorus And everytime I see the ocean you're there And everytime I see the forest you're on my mind In my life, flooding me with memories like Chorus
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