Paula Cole - Oh John

Oh john, oh john, oh john

Never lose the memory of april twenty-six
Your hands designed my body
You autographed my hip
I lost all my worry
I lost all sense of time
My fears evaporated
When you held me in your oh my God and

Oh john, in a new york hotel room
In a truck off the back road
Southwest of chicago
Oh john, in a new england fairground
On a lawn in the backyard
In a town in colorado, oh
Oh john, oh john, oh john

Saturate my consciousness with sweet elixir wine
Your body is the chalice your spirit is the vine
I lose all my worry
I lose all sense of time
My fears evaporate
When you hold me in your oh my God and

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And everytime I see the ocean you’re there
And everytime I see the forest you’re on my mind
In my life, flooding me with memories like

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