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William Edward Baltrusaitis
William Edward Baltrusaitis
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William Edward Baltrusaitis
William Edward Baltrusaitis
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William Edward Baltrusaitis
William Edward Baltrusaitis
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Lyrics

You're my melody, a song stuck in my head
In my head
You don't think I cling to every word you said
What you said
It's so heavenly, I think we might be dead
Might be dead
Angels play on these heavy heart strings instead
Are we dead
I said music keeps me moving
You're just now tuned in, I'll tell you what we're doing
Vibes keep us grooving, the 808's booming
Chop another loop in and tighten up the loose ends
Looking in her eyes, all I hear is a melody
You really were always two steps ahead of me
I've been soul searching, just trying to find a better me
Can't let it be, it weighs me down too heavily
I've been soul searching, just trying to find a better me
Can't let it be, it weighs me down too heavily
You're my melody, a song stuck in my head
In my head
You don't think I cling to every word you said
What you said
It's so heavenly, I think we might be dead
Might be dead
Angels play on these heavy heart strings instead
Are we dead
I said I love our connection
Time spent with you is my little slice of heaven
Yeah, no kidding, you're a God-given blessing
Guessing we're heading to check in where we're destined
We travel on down a long lost road
To pick back up where we lost our soul
We both have issues and are heart of gold
It can't be that hard when it's all we know
We both said that this thing is forever
Roll with the punches and ride out the weather
For better or for worse, I hope the worse gets better
But I know the best is whenever we're together
For better or for worse, I hope the worst gets better
But I know the best is whenever we're together
You're my melody, a song stuck in my head
In my head
You don't think I cling to every word you said
What you said
It's so heavenly, I think we might be dead
Might be dead
Angels play on these heavy heart strings instead
Written by: William Edward Baltrusaitis
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