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Blind
03:19
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So much time now baby,
favour call to you
when I'm left only one now baby
looking over you
tell me tell me tell me when you lose
butterfly's gunna watch you move
Why'd you think it's night and day
All alone when the light's away
I've been walking all around my city
I've been looking for the things you'd say
I've been drinking away all my money
Thinking about how we used to be
Now, you got a baby
Lighting fires everywhere you go
We sing your name from the mountain tops
tears like oceans waves that can't be stopped
It's hard to tell us why you had to go
To say one thing, yeah I'd love to know.
I've been walking all around my city
I've been looking for the things you'd say
I've been drinking away all my money
Thinking about how we used to be
I've been drinking away all my money
Thinking about how we used to be
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Bottle Baby [Live]
03:22
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When I walk through that door
Gun get a whiskey for sure
Need my fix when I'm sore
Gunna have to finish some more
Take my shoes and my shirt,
take my loving and all it's worth,
but not my bottle Baby
Need my clean skin or Goon
Gun start drinking before noon
Can I have your sweet time
Gunna make your booty all mine
Take my shoes and my shirt,
take my loving and all it's worth,
but not my bottle Baby
Now my baby gone ooowa ooowa ow
Take my shoes and my shirt,
take my loving and all it's worth,
but not my bottle Baby
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Second Hand Lover
03:06
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I don't feel nothing when I'm crying over you
said there musta been something that I coulda
done but I don't wanna be with you
Don't come any closer
Coz I don't want to hold your hand
I know that you ain't got no way outta here
but that's something you shoulda planned
Coz I don't wanna be
Your second hand lover
Something that said
Really stuck to my skin
and I couldn't get it outta my head,
coz i just wanna let you in
But i can't, I can't do that
Coz my friends, they see through that.
Coz I don't wanna be
Your second hand lover
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Stoker
03:58
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Crackling phone lines and hand written letters
Home made hot toddies how could i forget them
You'd leave your key out for me,
and I would be up until three, to see you to bed
Still running through my head
Working your dream job selling wine at the store
Knees gone to shit and your back's always sore
You'd had enough of the bar
Tired of being that call in rock star
Now I am high at night
And I am high at night
Your blistered toes
Working hard and it shows
Don't have no time left to sleep
You've done your time, Now say goodbye
To the life you used to lead
Always late nights making cocktails for suits
Lines of cocaine, peeling off your boots
Cones at the end of your night and Dexie's to start
Falling in love and breaking your heart.
Now I am high at night
And I am high at night
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Jheli Emmett Melbourne, Australia
Slinging those guitar licks like Long Island Ice Tea's on a friday afternoon. Singer songwriter and rock'n'roll artist turned producer
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