Johnny Paycheck - I Never Got Over You Lyrics
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I Never Got Over You
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What Are The Lyrics For I Never Got Over You By Johnny Paycheck?
I couldn't keep my mind on all the work I had to do today
Your memories kept on clouding up my mind getting in my way Next they'll up and fire me and I'll be wondering what I'm gonna do The only thing that I can say that makes me act and feel this way is I never no I never got over you I still see your dark eyes Almost everywhere I turn I keep standing on the bridges I thought I had burned I can still feel you near me In everything I try to do And the only thing that I can say that makes me act and feel this way is I never lord I never got over you old memories have the damndest way of showing up at the most unusual time They can walk right through the darkest part of your mind and turn on every light Or take a perfect crystal day and turn it into a misty shade of blue And the only thing that I can say that makes me act and feel this way is I never never got over you I still see your dark eyes Almost everywhere I turn I keep standing on the bridges I thought I had burned I can still feel you near me In everything I try to do And the only thing that I can say that makes me act and feel this way is I never lord I never got over you Yes the only thing that I can say that makes me act and feel this way is I never honey I never got over you |
Who Wrote I Never Got Over You By Johnny Paycheck?
Tommy Jennings
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What's The Duration Of The I Never Got Over You By Johnny Paycheck?The duration of I Never Got Over You is 3:54 minutes and seconds. |
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