If I wrote a note to God I would speak what's in my soul I'd ask for all the hate to be swept away For love to overflow If I wrote a note to God I'd
Don't think I've been in love and don't intend to be but sitting here right now's the closest thing for me I won't be here much
, 7, 8 Eight beautiful notes Oh boy, do I love counting notes. And do you know a wonderful thing about these notes- I can count them another way. I play eight notes going down I play eight notes
The note was short, but Lord so strong It simply said, "I can't go on And live a lie with someone, I don't love" She couldn't tell me face to face Oh
See that big blue note, over there on the counter? You don't wanna read that thing, man, it's a real get-you-downer But don't you dare say nothin' else
rather it was you flowin' through my mind Scrapin' through my veins, my everything And you cling to every thread That clings to me CHORUS: I live in notes
Sometimes I think I need to get away, Pack all my things, Get on a plane, Head off alone one summer day, Never look back at the town i called home, maybe
This is an instrumental song
tonight I'ma have you singing in soprano Yeah, I'ma have you hittin' those high notes Oh, oh, high notes Oh, oh, oh, high notes Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
papers of governments galore I was taken in But I read the note that you never wrote Yes, I read the note that you never wrote Oh, I read the note that
the apple in your eye. And your smile wraps around me like a snake, a rattler, your smile strangles all your lies. I don't want to send you notes and
I forget you from afar too drunk on the poison of endless roads and the countless smokey bars but tension is to be loved when it is like a passing note
'll be lying here all alone But I'll pin a note on your pillow or you might not even notice I'm gone, I'm gone I'll pin a note on your pillow or you might
Try me, write it down On whatever is left to stay But it means nothin' to me Try and put it down to Someone else's mistake But it's over, it's over Get
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This concept album tells the fictional story of a man sentenced to death awaiting his execution on death row. This is an emotional story of violence and
all night and you know Im flyer than a mosquito baby cuz thats how i do I got expensive taste you know what im talking bout sit back take notes already
Notes from the underground We?re the mice who must write our lives down In the night I hear you calling out to say ?It?s alright love, you?re in good