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I've been thinking 'bout you, Babe
I can't wait to wrap you in my arms.
You can put me in the place
where both you and I know I belong.
How many more sleeps 'til I'm standing at your door?
Your little songbird offers you her song.
Your little doodlebug's been up doodling all night long
I want you to put me in the place
where both you and I know I belong again.
I've been thinking 'bout you, Babe.
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long.
I'm glad I'm in your orbit, Babe
this gravity is strong.
Sometimes it leaves me spinning,
but it always brings me 'round.
I can't stop grinning.
My head is full of joyful sound
until your little songbird again offers you her song.
I want you to put me in the place
where both you and I know I belong again.
I've been thinking 'bout you, Babe.
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long.
I've been thinking 'bout you, Babe.
I can't wait to wrap you in my arms again...
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It's been a long time since I put myself on the line.
I kept my chin up and head down all the same.
But ever since you found me you've been
running through my mind
tied to the end of a broken string.
I get lost in all the ways that I want you.
I get left without the words to say.
I get to where I can't help but to smile all the time
tied to the end of a broken string.
There's so much of you to know,
so many sides of you to see,
and so many edges where we could meet.
Until I get to shaking
and I'm just where I want to be:
tied to the end of a broken string.
I get lost in all the ways that I want you.
I get left without the words to say.
I get to where I can't help but to smile all the time
tied to the end of a broken string.
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You Got The Knife, Babe
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You got the knife, Babe, and I trust you with my back
'til my head's on your pillow and the night fades to black.
All tangled in the low-light with no way to act,
I go with the flow like there's no going back.
There's notes in my dreams that come echoing back
and I sing 'em to you.
Yeah, I sing 'em to you.
I ain't no schemer or an egg that just cracked,
and I ain't no damsel who's tied to the track.
No, I'm just a shopgirl who wants you so bad,
and I go with the flow like there's no going back.
You got the knife, Babe, and I trust you with my back.
You drink me in and I watch you react.
I'm just a shop girl who wants you so bad
and I go with the flow like there's no going back.
Oh, I'm just a shop girl who wants you so bad
and I go with the flow like there's no going back.
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The Bare Essential Blues
02:46
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I've got those essential blues.
I'm part of an essential crew.
The bosses say I gotta stay on my toes,
but they don't pay enough for me to buy new shoes.
You know back before this was the Rona,
when they were still calling it the flu,
I still didn't have enough groceries
to be sure I was gonna make it through.
I'm paranoid my throat is scratchy
while I'm talking those bare essential blues.
I've got those essential blues
protecting what's too essential to lose,
keep that cash changing hands,
keeping that line moving through.
They still expect me to come running
every time I hear that bell ring,
but now there's an invisible gun to my head
I'm still paid the same fucking thing.
But now they put me in a place of honor
and pretend that it's a place I'd choose.
and I know that they're not listening
while I'm talking them bare essential blues.
I got those essential blues.
I'm part of an essential crew.
The bosses say I gotta stay on my toes
but they don't pay enough for me to buy new shoes.
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I get wrapped up in dreaming
of being wrapped around you.
I get a tremor deep inside me darlin',
and I gotta shake it on through.
I wanna feel what you got to give me,
and I got so much that I wanna give to you.
Leaves me aching and for the taking
while I'm making my way back to you.
I got it real bad, darlin'
I can still taste you on my lips,
and still feel my body revolving
around your fingertips.
Feel my nerves resolving into a state of bliss
as I wander into your garden
and plant a single kiss.
You know that I've got you, darlin',
and I want to get you again and again and again.
When I'm with you, I get so high,
but even when I miss you
I don't ever don't ever get down.
When you're under my skin
it's like you're still around.
When I'm on my way to see you again.
I get wrapped up in dreaming
of you being wrapped around me
as you start to let me show you
just how wide my love can be.
I want you to feel what I got to give you
and there's so much I want you to give to me.
I wanna leave you aching and for the taking
while you're making your way back to me.
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It's not written in the stone
that's rolling down the hill to crush me.
It's not written in the stars,
and if it was, that's too far to read.
I'm not alone with my thoughts
if my thoughts have turned against me.
What they're whispering in my ear is still a mystery to me.
Knowing we'll never be
in the same place at those same times,
and most everything we know is already left behind,
I think tomorrow's bound to bleed me dry.
My heart is in 20 different places.
At each one, things are 'bout as bad as they can be.
I don't know
what the fuck even is the future?
Nothing's whispering in my ear.
It's a mystery to me.
Knowing we'll never be
in the same place at those same times,
it won't mean the same
though I'm singing those same lines.
I hope there's a reason I'm still smiling,
but I think tomorrow's bound to bleed me dry.
So it's back to being trapped in my home
and wandering these halls like I'm already gone.
Am I already gone?
At my bad jokes, I LOL on my own.
Through closed shades, I'm peaking out through the phone.
My God, is this where I belong?
It's not written in the stone
that's rolling down the hill to crush me.
It's not written in the stars,
and if it was, that's too far to read.
I'm not alone with my thoughts
if my thoughts have turned against me.
What they're whispering in my ear is a mystery to me.
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I Live Them Twice
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My head's too loud for sleeping,
but there's no words inside,
just a dull dreadful feeling I've known most my life.
And I do what I know how to keep myself right,
but those hard times were so nice,
that I live them twice.
And this ain't my first time,
and it won't be my last,
confusing my future with reliving my past.
And forgiving the ghosts that come calling at night.
Those hard times were so nice
that I live them twice.
Take a drink for the memories.
Toast them each one by one,
until the bottle's left empty for the time yet to come,
and I'm left so thirsty with nothing but ice.
Those hard times were so nice
that I live them twice.
I know there's beauty hiding somewhere outside,
and I know there's loving
left to still blow my mind,
but it's easy not to notice being outside of time
when those hard times were so nice
that I live them twice.
Yeah those hard times are so nice
that I live them twice.
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In The Meantime
02:11
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I know it goes without saying, but I miss you,
and I know it's gonna be a long long time
before I kiss your forehead and tell you I got you,
but know I do in the meantime.
I can hear you say "it's fine! it's fine!"
while I hold you in my worried mind.
Trying hard not to fold under this hurried time
while we're all standing still.
Lately my words have failed me
and my heart's been chasing my fears,
and this old world's trying to break me,
and every day is measured in years.
I can hear you say "it's fine! it's fine!"
while I hold you in my worried mind.
Trying hard not to fold under this hurried time
while we're all standing still.
And I know that this is all about survival
and it's feeling like the end of the bible.
Through quarantine I wait for your rearrival
and I'm holding you still.
I holding you still.
I know it goes without saying, but I miss you,
and I know it's gonna be a long long time
before I kiss your forehead and tell you I got you,
but know I do in the meantime.
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I wake in the morning and I'm not the same
as I was the day before.
If he hadn't gone and chased me away,
then I'd probable thank the lord,
but if he still knows my faith
he knows what I'm thankful for,
and understand me never trusting him again.
I get lost in my thoughts and they cast me to the wind,
and I love so deep sometimes it can't be captured with the pen,
and I fall so far sometimes it leaves me fractured, on the mend,
limping between what could be and could have been.
I don't have the money to forget my name
among the change I can afford
and every morning when I shave my face
I feel an ache I can't ignore,
and every single moment when it takes my place
and leaves me anchored to the floor
is a moment I will never see again.
So I get lost in my thoughts and they cast me to the wind,
and I come back a stranger, when I finally land again.
Please don't mind the difference
'tween the hand I's dealt and the one I'm handing in
as I wander between what could be and could have been.
I get lost in my thoughts and they cast me to the wind,
and I love so deep sometimes it can't be captured with the pen,
and I fall so far sometimes it leaves me fractured, on the mend,
limping between what could be and could have been.
I'm just caught up between what could be and could have been.
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Our time is brief so I'll be blunt,
I forgot the things I want while
chasing down the things we need.
And all that time I left behind
and all that life that I denied
was, in my absence, shaped like me.
I was needy. I was bored.
I was falling on my sword.
I was clicking through the ads - another dream I can't afford.
I cooked the books 'til they were soft enough to chew.
Our time is brief, but lives are long;
between the peaks, a tired song.
God help me, I can't help but sing.
'Til all the longing all day longing all day long
is all that's left that belongs to me.
I was flaky. I was coarse.
I was breaking from the force.
I was taking my first steps into regretting I was born
among the things that I was never meant to choose.
I might be what's left of someone else's death,
but I'm not too far gone to see
that all that life that I denied
was, in my absence, shaped like me...
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Tawni Marshall Indianapolis, Indiana
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