It's the sixth of August
You're in my pocket, so dishonest to me
Getting so close, not enough to break through
What's on your mind when you wake up
Feel the rush, cool breeze goes by
Could feel a touch, I try
I spiral as I climb this hill
This love I need it to feel real
I walk along the gravel stone and pray that I can make it home
I walk along the gravel stone and pray that I can make it home
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It's the sixth of August
You're in my pocket, so dishonest to me
Getting so close, not enough to break through
What's on your mind when you wake up
Feel the rush, cool breeze goes by
Could feel a touch, I try
I spiral as I climb this hill
This love I need it to feel real
I walk along the gravel stone and pray that I can make it home
I walk along the gravel stone and pray that I can make it home
You're in my pocket, so dishonest to me
Getting so close, not enough to break through
What's on your mind when you wake up
Feel the rush, cool breeze goes by
Could feel a touch, I try
I spiral as I climb this hill
This love I need it to feel real
I walk along the gravel stone and pray that I can make it home
I walk along the gravel stone and pray that I can make it home
Writer: Paul Shanklin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid