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For Josephine
02:41
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If she cries, then I would cry and then we might remember time.
But there aren’t any memories because we never made them.
I read the card my daddy wrote, still pierces deep, it’s truth and hope.
The joy of anticipating her was its own gift.
How high is Venus tonight? I open my hands they’re filled with light.
Is it only spooks and witches who read star signs?
I looked at you across the room, delusion is a friendly ruse.
It animates you, I believe I hear you crying.
Swaddled up like a stone, the cries I hear are just my own.
Or could be it’s you who’s wailing through me?
I don’t think that you were sad, you changed your mind and you turned back.
I have to believe you chose for some good reason.
I don’t expect my tears to dry but now I know you’re inside.
The only life you had is mine to carry.
When you smile, I smile, when you cry, I cry.
The little light you brought is mine to carry.
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Be Honest
01:52
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Be honest, tell me what you feel.
I won’t turn away, no matter what you say.
I’m a person who’d rather be told.
I know the truth is more precious than gold.
Ooooooooh
My heart can take it, give it a try.
I’m not a seashell, I won’t break. I just might cry.
Now it’s your turn, I get to speak my mind.
I will try to be gentle, honesty can wound.
Do you hear me? Tell me what you’ve learned.
I need to know you’re feeling my words.
Ooooooooh
Your heart can take it, give it a try.
You’re not a seashell, you won’t break.
It’s okay if you cry
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The Weekend
02:26
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Text me a photo show me where you’re sittin’.
I wanna picture you making your livin’.
Tell me all about what you’re thinkin’ and feelin’.
Gotta get it all now I can’t wait for the weekend.
Cuz when the weekend comes, we lose our voices.
Bodies take over and do all the talkin’.
How the light changed and blurred the lines
between where I begin and where you end.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
I can’t wait for the weekend.
Wednesday rolls around got me doubtin’ and dreamin’.
Are you real or not, but your sweet texts reveal it.
Checkin’ my phone every ten or twenty
just to kiss you on the face. All this waiting’s got me reelin’.
Cuz when the weekend comes, we lose our voices.
Bodies take over and do all the talkin’.
How the light changed and blurred the lines
between where I begin and where you end.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
I can’t wait for the weekend.
When you come over, let’s slow dance.
When you come over, let’s forget about,
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
I can’t wait for the weekend.
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Warning Bell
03:30
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All it takes is one touch to make me feel high
So please, use your hands wisely.
And if you don’t want to touch me again and again
Don’t even start with me.
Flash your bright smile and soft lips,
And kiss my cheek, sweetly, oh sweedeedee.
But if you don’t want to kiss me all night and all day,
Don’t even start with me.
Lay you down, to where I am.
Lay you down, hold my hand.
And kiss me till I can’t breathe.
All it takes is one touch to make me feel so high.
So please, use your hands wisely.
And I’d you don’t want to touch me that way again.
Don’t even start with me.
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