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Maybe I will never be who I was before Maybe I don? I don't wanna wait too long To find out where I'm meant to belong I've always wanted to be where I am today But I'd never thought I'd feel this way.
Every part of me. Compartilhar no Facebook Compartilhar no Twitter. I feel like I'm a million miles away From myself more and more these days I've been down so many open roads But they never lead me home And now I just don't know Who I really am how it's gonna be Is there something that I can't see? I wanna understand Maybe I will never be who I was before Maybe I don't even know her anymore Maybe who I am today ain't so far from yesterday Can I find a way to be every part of me?
Every part of me Every part of me.
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He watches on the edge Dirty coat, shaggy mane Too wild for this world, Too tame for mustangs. Grew up in the desert In the lost part of the state Cut our teeth on promises And empty plates.
‘Part of me wants to say, shut the f**k up, Louis Theroux’
Like half-broke horses From the lost part of the state We watch in silence And wait by the gate. My Hometown If sweetness had a sound It would sound like my hometown The summer sprinklers turning on The endless ice cream song Cold river rushing by The ducks and geese in flight The silence in between All the sights unseen It would sound like my hometown If sweetness had a sound.
If sweetness had a sound It would sound like my hometown The summer sprinklers turning on The endless ice cream song Cold river rushing by The ducks and geese in flight The silence in between All the sights unseen It would sound like my hometown If sweetness had a sound. Seven bars, one church, heaven is no match for hell In these four blocks of rust piles and abandoned motels Old men flick quarters in the cracks of the boardwalk And the little boys learn to cuss before they can talk. Home is the needle and thread For the hole in the lifeboat That it put you in And it leaves its mark All stamped with lead In the lines and the grime Inside your skin.
Pages Pages fall like drops from melting eaves Pages underfoot like autumn leaves While I search for the words to make things right Buried words always hidden from sight. Here with Me If you were here with me You would love the stars I see Ancient city in the sky You would love the way they shine. If you were here with me You would tell me patiently Not to miss you so much Or your sweet gentle touch.
‘Part of me wants to say, shut the f**k up, Louis Theroux’
I know you would want for me All the happiness you would bring If you were here with me If you were here with me. I set true north by you And so all directions too Songbird what did I do before you What did I do before you. Oh songbird in my weariest day A few clear notes is all I need And I see without warning a precious ray Of magic in each ordinary thing.
You illuminate, renew, Take the sad out of the blue Songbird what would I do without you What would I do without you. All songs written by Eilen Jewell I Remember You I remember you You were full of broken bones I tried to bring you cigarettes You said just leave me alone I remember you You were locked in a padded room I tried to teach you solitaire You just hollered at the moon I remember you I remember you. Queen of the Minor Key The day I was born a gypsy looked at me She told my mama she could easily see Just how bright my future would be For I was gonna be royalty.
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Santa Fe You picked up a broken bottle In case anyone gave us any trouble And we walked all the way back to Cortez. Little boy down the street We all heard you mournfully Call again and again for Roberta Roberta…. They were warning signs, warning signs, warning signs They told me you were evil but I want you for mine. He appeared to be about two years of age A really freaky thing to see He was bragging about his sawed-off six gauge Hidden right up his tattered sleeve. He fired off a few hot rounds Right into the sorry crowd No blood, no gore, no one hit the ground They all just fell in love With whoever they happened to be around.
Another day another highway An endless ribbon of blue My life is a long road Winding slowly back to you. Home to Me Wind carries wildfire, wind carries the seeds Wind will carry my love home to me It drove him away on a southern breeze Wind will bring my love home to me. The sun brings the daylight, sun brings the heat Sun will bring my love home to me It drove him away with a million degrees Sun will bring my love home to me.
The night wind weeps, a high barren sound My love sleeps beneath the bitter ground And on his breast his cold hands hold, In lonesome rest, his sweet rose. Well, you make it shake it and I know you like it babe Well, you make it shake it and I know I like it babe Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake baby Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake baby. See the highway sign Where the sages grow The tumbleweeds they tumble And the dust clouds roll.
I want to gather them all up Follow the threads of their soul To the end Where it all feels like home. Gillon aka Tommy Scott, M. Well, the only thing that moves Is the laundry on the line And a dusty dog that bites Just to kill the time.