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Teksty: Phil Vassar. American Child. Stand Still.

In the spring I dreamed of summer
To feel the sunlight on my skin
But in the heat I'd start to hunger
For that autumn chill again

I always spent my time
Anticipating things to come
But now I wish that I could slow
The world down just this once and

Stand still, I'm right where I wanna be
Holding you in the middle of the moment of my life
The way I feel, I don't care what's in front of me
Or what's behind me I just wanna stop the wheel
And stand still

I have driven by a sunset
Let it pass without a glance
I took so many things for granted
Counting on a second chance

But touching you right now
Is something I don't wanna miss
I know my finest hour
Is the one I'm living in

Stand still, I'm right where I wanna be
Holding you in the middle of the moment of my life
The way I feel, I don't care what's in front of me
Or what's behind me I just wanna stop the wheel
And stand still

Stand still, I'm right where I wanna be
Holding you in the middle of the moment of my life
The way I feel, I don't care what's in front of me
Or what's behind me I just wanna stop the wheel
Oh baby, I just wanna stop the wheel
And stand still
Stand still
Stand still

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