Ive Got To Stop Thinkin Bout That

(início)

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 I like to think about the time I met you,
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Living with your people down in New Orleans.
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 Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you,
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Ride in no nasty limousine.
[Pre-Chorus]:
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Later on the levee with the moon up above,
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  I lost my heart and confessed my love,
[Chorus]:
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Oh now Lucy, said, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that, somehow.
[Break]:
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        Does me no damn good.
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[Verse 2]:
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 One Summer night in a field of wheat,
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 God's sweet lanterns hanging in the sky.
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 Moving light on your tiny feet,
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I knew I had to love you till the day I die.
[Pre-Chorus]:
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They talk about Amazing Grace,
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  it meant something when I saw your face.
[Chorus]:
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Oh now Lucy, said, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that
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Oh, Lucy said, I can't stop thinkin' bout you.
[Bridge]:
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I think of all the little things that I never told you,
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  I think I may get to hold you someday.
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 It's my brain just like a man possessed,
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I can't do me no work, I can't get me no rest,
[Break]:
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I can't understand it baby.
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[Verse 3]:
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 Don't like to think about the way it ended,
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 I hate remembering the things that I said.
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 I dream a dream of love so splendid,
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 I wake up hard in an empty bed.
[Pre-Chorus]:
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I wonder who'll be loving you next,
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 Some fool will be writing bad checks.
[Chorus]:
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Oh now Lucy, said, God have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you
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Somehow baby, Lord have mercy, I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that