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Vini Contreas - To a Robin Lyrics



Vini Contreas - To a Robin Lyrics




I was standing on the roadside
I knew I had no place to hide
And then you passed by and I knew I
Had to take a look inside those pretty eyes

You said where to and I said I'll follow you
Yes I'll stay right close behind
But don't you go looking for me at your side
I have such foolish pride
I won't be there to find

So I followed down the old road
That I've traveled many times
And I guess I could have passed by
But I knew I saw the signs flying by

Such a comfort you were surely sent to me
Just as I was sent to you
We little knew of the awesome tragedy
That was about to be and then of course I knew

I must leave you can't deceive you
If I think we would only lose
And besides I guess I know I
Could never ever fill those shoes or your blues

I'm sorry
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I was standing on the roadside
I knew I had no place to hide
And then you passed by and I knew I
Had to take a look inside those pretty eyes

You said where to and I said I'll follow you
Yes I'll stay right close behind
But don't you go looking for me at your side
I have such foolish pride
I won't be there to find

So I followed down the old road
That I've traveled many times
And I guess I could have passed by
But I knew I saw the signs flying by

Such a comfort you were surely sent to me
Just as I was sent to you
We little knew of the awesome tragedy
That was about to be and then of course I knew

I must leave you can't deceive you
If I think we would only lose
And besides I guess I know I
Could never ever fill those shoes or your blues

I'm sorry
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Writer: Vincent Contreas Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Vini Contreas - To a Robin Video
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Performed By: Vini Contreas
Length: 1:59
Written by: Vincent Contreas Jr

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