Let It Go

We'd spend Late nights
With American Spirits and car rides
And all we could think of
Was True Love we'd think of
Martin was so loud
The air filled with smoke clouds
And all we'd sing about
Were Ghosts in a blue shroud

You gotta start from the bottom where you're heart was made
And don't you ever let it go
You gotta start from the bottom where you're heart was made
And don't you ever let it go

You know I see you
From a distance
And I'll miss it
You know we're thinking
Of what happens after this

You gotta start from the bottom where you're heart was made
And don't you ever let it go



Credits
Writer(s): Ron Smith
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