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Every Breath You Take
~ Police






Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you
break
Every step you take

I'll be watching you

Every single
day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you say


I'll be watching you

O can't you see
You belong to me

How my poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you
make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake


I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I been lost without a
trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's
you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep
crying baby, baby, please

O can't you see
You belong to me
How
my poor heart aches
With every breath you take

Every move you make

Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake


Every move you make
Every step you take
I'll be watching you




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                     Loved it!, Thanks


 


 


                 






                                     


 


 



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This jarred an excellent memory. When my son was about 7 or 8,  he loved  "every little thing she does is magic" so he would ask could we listen to "THE COPS",  I would always laugh and say, "you mean the police?" he'd get all embarrassed and just respond "mooooommmmm"...... thanks for the thread.........

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Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down


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