martes, 24 de septiembre de 2013

It feels good to be the one that you want

Back when all my little goals seemed so important 
Every pot of gold fill and full of distortion 
Heaven was a place still in space not in motion 
But soon 

I got you 
I got everything 
I’ve got you 
I don’t need nothing 
More than you 
I got everything 
I’ve got you 

We went walking through the hills 
Tryin’ to pretend that we both know 
Maybe if we save up 
We can build a little home 
But then the hell storm came and yelled, 
“You need to let go, you’ve got no control. No.” 

This weight’s too much alone 
Some days I can't hold it at all 
You take it on for me 
When tomorrow’s too much 
I’ll carry it all 
I’ve got you 

I Got You, Jack Johnson

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