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Feel the breeze of the weekend Could it be your touch on my cheek? Ya seem to know what I need when I'm tired

{Verse 1} All of my misses they come back to follow me Quite possibly You haunt me Echoes of

Red, white, green and blue they the faces you go through God knows I be looking out for you Still stuck ain’t got

{Intro} I don't know Why you gotta go and do me like You so cold You so, you so cold