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Volume
03:23
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You hit me like a song on the radio
One I ain't heard in years
Reaching out over the airwaves
Soothe my wounds and calm my fears
I turn you up, you turn me on
I'll be your faith, if you'll be my dawn
Comfort you just like the channel
You always left on
Every night you were busy chasing sleep
Never caught up for long
You turn me up, I turn you on
Please be my faith and I'll be your dawn
You hit me like a song on the radio
One I ain't heard in years
Reaching out over the airwaves
Soothe my wounds and calm my fears
I turn you up, you turn me on
I'll be your faith, Please be my dawn
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Running
04:12
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She wears that dress so sweetly
Early in the morning
Twirls her gun as she leaves me
Off to start her day
My sun don't rise till she do
Barely even speaking
She hates it when I'm leaving
For my morning cigarette
We pulled the blinds and we held up
With our little stash
Getting chased by the reds and blues
And running out of cash
Her head is on my chest
Until the sun goes down
Then I'll boost us some new wheels
And we'll gun it out of town
I don't think we're gonna make it to Mexico this time
Seems like I used all our luck just trying to survive
We left that man bleeding
Now they know our names
They're falling in close behind
Looking to see us hang
Why didn't he just listen?
Why don't they understand,
That its stupid to be a hero
When I've got a gun in my hand
I don't think we're gonna make it to Mexico this time
Seems like I used all our luck just trying to survive
Years from now some dumb kids
Will stop to see our grave
The don't know shit about you are me
But they thought we were brave
I hope they do better
But find a love like mine
Like that good stuff in the cellar
Gets better with time
I don't care if we make it to Mexico this time
Just as long as I'm dying by your side
I don't think we're gonna make it to Mexico this time
Seems like I used all our luck just trying to survive
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Hearth
03:26
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She grows like a flower wild and free in the field
And she sways in the breeze of how I feel
Her eyes well up with tears big enough
To water them crops for years to come
My little rabbit faster than me
Hopping round in the sun finding things to see
When she finds something dead she can't let it rest
No, she's gotta make it beautiful instead
I still love you when you ain't on your knees
But don't get me wrong and don't stop that please
Cause my favorite time is when we wake
And I give you my heart and soul to take
She grows like a flower wild and free in the field
And she sways in the breeze of how I feel
Find her out laying down in the rain
Letting it wash away her pain
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4. |
Southern Girls
02:40
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Southern girls are sweeter than tea
Even when they're feeling bitter with me
Drinking on the porch, dancing in the sun
They'll keep you around until they're done
Carolina girls in the fall
They love to drink and dance and have a ball
But they'll be hiding indoors when winter comes
Cause they're looking for warmth, they don't need your love
My southern girl's got the prettiest eyes
She's got the sharpest tongue but she don't tell no lies
I said "keep me round as long as you want to"
And I think that's what she's gonna do
Southern girls are sweeter than tea
And they're gonna be the death of me
Cause they always need a chaser for the truth
But they'll always take the seat beside you
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5. |
Meet me in the Middle
02:52
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I come weary to the altar
Use my voice to guide you true
I need help laying down my armor
These arms were made for loving you
Meet me in the middle (x4)
You were sweeping off your heart
I'd already taken off my boots
You came in with magic and wonder
And somehow we just knew
Meet me in the middle (x4)
You can lay down your sword and pick up your cup
Nothing's ever looked so right in your hands
Take up that broom, the one you made with intention
there's no good reason you can't fly
Meet me in the middle (x4)
I come weary to the altar
Use my voice to guide you true
I need help laying down my armor
These arms were made for loving you
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Zane Nichols Tucson, Arizona
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