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Ive got that feeling once again
That I'm a man without a friend
And I hope you don't find it weird to hear I miss you
I'm neither wise nor am I bold
I'm just the butt of stupid jokes
My clammy hands are reaching out to yours, I miss you
If I was a better man
If I made more money than you know i can
I would be standing by you staring at the ocean
I've got that tingle in my skin
It's my neurosis kicking in
My mind is making a disaster movie with you
You're sinking in the deepest sea
You're running far away from me
My mind says you are never coming back, I miss you
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Jaime
03:07
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Jaime was a girl from another life who wore a
low cut blouse, to pick up guys
Like any girl would, if any girl could
if any girl wanted to get dirty looks
Jaime was the girl that makes you burn at night
because your body's always telling you to get inside
Of Jaime's old house, of Jaime's new clothes, tell
Jaime that you love her and she'll shake and moan,
Jaime took me walking by the river side
Where the drunks talk loud and the bums get high
On these dirty streets where the day died young
And you can't recall where the light came from
Jaime used to worry she was out of time
because her Ma met Pa at the age of nine
And they married young and now they're growing old
And mama wore a white dress Jaime can't borrow
But that's not how it ought to be
My mama taught me about dignity
But there's still a lot of man in me
And I still get lonely
I want Jaime on the her knees, I want Jaime begging please
Baby, Baby, Baby give it me
Jaime gave me one too many drinks that night
So the air felt warm in the winter time
We hugged the ground and the deep wet snow
My gut stayed warm but my feet got cold
Woke up in the morning in her father's clothes
With her far less drunk and me far less bold
We didn't feel warm, We didn't feel cold,
We didn't make love, We just felt old
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Your mama always had a real strong face, got a real strong case for a woman’s place
And papa always knew the things to say around her
Your sister never had a thing to say, but said it anyway,
You never wanted anything to do with her
But now you’re singing with your mama’s tongue
And now you’re sighing in your daddy’s lungs
And sister doesn’t know a thing about love but she’s gotta a good man to love her
And you’re all alone
My daddy always had a real strong voice, and his words were choice, and his spit was moist
And mama always knew the things to say around him
My sister always knew what not to do, and just how not to move
I always want to be just as good her
But now I’m screaming in my daddy’s tongues
And now I’m sighing in my mama’s lungs
And sister knows her way around a true love and she’s gotta good man to love her
I don’t know if I can rise above, the things that I’ve come from, and teach myself to trust
I know I’m never gonna be the man for you
You never really understood the grace of a woman’s place
You never noticed how I really cared for you
But now we’re singing in our parent’s tongues
And now we’re boxing with our broken gloves
You always thought that you were treated unjust, as I only just tried to love you
Now we’re all alone
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Everything to Me
04:10
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I sat alone with my pen in my hand,
with a stain on my palm where the black ink would land
You came along for the ride with my friend,
For something to do, for the boredom to end
You Meant Everything to Me
So we took the month off and we lived in our beds
Stayed up late then slept in, held our fears in our hands
But fear is a drug and it's damn tough to quit,
I got scared of myself and then you jumped right in
So go take a walk on the street by yourself
In the snow that you hate, keep your heart on it's shelf
Don't think of me, think of anything else,
Like your friends or your father and the cabin he built
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Anymore
03:12
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I am not your voice of reason, I am just your friend
I am not the one you're leaving, I am just the last one that you met
I am not afraid, anymore
I am not ashamed, anymore
I am not my brother's keeper, I am just a man
I am not your mama's preacher, I am just the one he's preaching at
Maybe I will let you run away
Baby I will let you run away
Tomorrow we will live to see another day
I am everything you needed I am hard cement
I am not the one who burned your ancient heart like a dry cigarette
Baby don't you be afraid, anymore
Baby don't you be ashamed, anymore
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I wake up in the morning
And light myself my first cigarette
The oxygen give tar and air
A taste that I rarely regret
My body is a burnt down house
that the banks knows better than to pay me for
I've given up on gaining clout
I'm throwing in the towel, closing open doors
I slam off my alarm clock
Guaranteeing I'll be late for work
My boss don't even know my name
but he knows who's missing when the cogs don't turn
Lately I just turn in bed
Because the life I'm leading is for petty cash
I'd quit my job and sleep instead
but I'm exchanging slumber for the bed I have
It's not like I'm really suffering
I make my living and have a place to rest
I've even got a girl that holds me with her eyes closed tightly
while our lips are pressed
I hope at the end of time I will see more clearly all the things I have
But still the sugar coated poison apples are familiar misery to which I grasp
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A Song I've Yet to Learn
03:47
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If I could step outside of time
And stand right next to God above
Perhaps I'd get a better read
On all my panicked acts of love
If I would step behind the veil
And count back seconds to sublime
Perhaps I'd get a better take
On all the things I thought were mine and only mine
Because in every passing breath
There is a song that wasn't sung
And in every drop of sweat
There is painting never hung
And when I finally leave this earth
As all the moments start to blur
I'd know the ones I loved the most
Are just a song I've yet to learn
in every wide eyed blue Kiss
Olive scent manifest
Soft proud chested
Tattooed interest
Sad still memory
Brush stroke empathy
Peaceful blackening
Ink stained wandering
It's melody, and harmony
Bright color tomfoolery
The things we lose don't ever leave
Long echoes of a symphony
I loved you then like fading pens
Newspaper print of past events
Occurring still on yellow page
As fiber fails and starts to fade
I love you now like knowing God
A simple peace, a passing thought
Like stars still shine that faded out
And guide my way from north to south
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Pretty Baby, You don't know what you had
You had a man that would have followed you home
I would have held your pretty hand until there's fire in the sky
Would have held you until we're dead in the ground
Lately, I've been bitter and sad
Like I'm taking out a mortgage on love
The storms are moving on, it's hitting the fan
You're scared and you don't know where to go
But don't drag me down
I won't drag you down
My friends say I was crazy for holding your hand
As you hated every moment we spoke
I wanted to believe you'd be mine in the end
And turn back into the woman I loved
When you were leaving, I knew you would not understand
How I'd given everything that I could
That boy you knew is now just a shell of a man
And has forgotten all the times that were good
Leaving east side for liberty city
Where the skies are always blue and everybody's rich and pretty
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Fool For You
02:58
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I sat alone with my pen in my hand
with a stain on my palm where the black ink would land.
You came along for the ride with my friend,
for something to do, for the boredom to end
You meant everything to me
So we took the month off and we lived in our beds
Stayed up late then slept in, held our fears in our hands
But fear is a drug and it's damn tough to quit
I got scared of myself and then you jumped right in
So go take a walk on the street by yourself
in the snow that you hate, keep your heart on it's shelf
Don't think of me, think of anything else
Like your friends or your father and the cabin he built.
You meant everything to me
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My Mind Still Roams
03:13
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I get tired of singing about my life
I wish I'd let it go, please grow up, and just move on
I get tired of my mind from time to time
because it's telling me the things I know, but everything I know is wrong
It's who I am
It's what I've done
And if she loves me
And if that really even matters
It's what I want
It's what I can't have
Logic says she won't be coming home
But my mind still roams
I get hopefully I'm coming out of this
And I will stand up straight, be a man, and take my hits
Then I think of the way we used to kiss
And I am nine years old, and shy as hell, nervous with my clammy fists
I am burdened by living with this thought
That a man is strong, A man is wise, true men have fought
The only thing I know to be is true
Is that a man will tell you anything if it means that he'll get close to you
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