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Speace Amy Songs For Bright Streets

and all Invited in the press, leaving you to take the fall? What if I scratched below the surface enough to open up the bricks Decades of desertion too eroded for

I used to watch you play from a stool on the bar Watch where your fingers lay on that old guitar Then I tried to sing to you a song I wrote Anything

You want to have coffee, meet for a drink Tell me your story, see what I think How I make sense of Time versus truth I tell you we're all just hanging

You ask me if there's something wrong I say I'm working on a song You haven't said a word in miles I lay my left hand on your thigh Today I woke

head back home to you And I'll cherish the nights I'll sleep holding you tight Everything's better with two Cause everthing's better with you (Thanks to Rafael for

Durham, I guess that's plain to see I sold the Jeep for parts to pay for cigarettes and diapers While Joe and Billy Jr. watch Bonanza on TV Chorus (Thanks to Rafael for