Don't say it's over Cause that's the worst news I could hear I swear that I will Do my best to be here just the way you like it Even though its hard to hide Push my feelings all aside I will rearrange my plans and change for you If I could go back That's the first thing I would do I swear that I would Do my best to follow through Come up with a master plan A homerun hit, a winning stand A guarantee and not a promise That I'll never let your love slip from my hands If it's the beaches If it's the beaches' sands you want Then you will have them If it's the mountains' bending rivers Then you will have them If it's the wish to run away Then I will grant it Take whatever what you think of While I go gas up the truck Pack the old love letters up We will read them when we forget why we left here

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