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Ray Lamontagne God Willin The Creek Don T Rise

'Cause I can't hear a sound 'Cept my own sad story Can you hear me? Can you see me? Why is that so hard for you to do? Don't dispel me, girl, just tell

can feel you here God willin' and the creek don't rise I'll be home again before this time next year Though I fear this fever won't break All my love

couldn't choose a path worth taking There's nothin' in the world so sad as talking to a man Who never knew his life was his for making Ain't it about

son Somewhere I can clear my head I was just kickin' along the sidewalk No one looks you in the eye No one asks you how you're doin' Don't seem to care

Goin' out of my mind Don't even know my own name half the time How'd I get so blind that I couldn't see What was right in front of me? Wish I was wrong

and I can feel you here. God willin' an the creek don't rise, I'll be home again before this time next year. Though I fear this fever won't break... -

and I can feel you here. God willin' an the creek don't rise, I'll be home again before this time next year. Though I fear this fever won't break... -

: Going out of my mind Don't even know my own name half the time How'd I get so blind that I couldn't see, What was right in front of me? Wish I was

borrow Dreaming of the day you're gonna pack your bags and put them miles away Oh just grab your girl and go where no one knows you What will all the