I miss the way that you used to talk to me
i would hang on each word that you said
miss the way that it used to be ok for us to stay in bed
we never had a single thing to do
we would hold hands and walk till it got dark
miss the way that our eyes would lock and
miss knowing that you loved my heart
you should know that you're the reason that i'm still here
and i'm still hoping that you will come back
i miss the glitter and the glimmer of the stars at night
i miss layin' in the tall green grass
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The Taxpayers were able to put down a tacklist of songs that allow us to go on a journey. In this album we experience the manic highs and lows one may experience in a life long battle with deteriorating mental health. The picture at times grim and beautiful is one I continually come back to as its tragedy never fades. Ulysses Johnson