What Breaks (And What Doesn't)
LaurenOC12 -
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noedits/onetake
oldguitar/afewmistakes
Opening for Julia Nunes on August 8th in Auburn, NY. http://myspace.com/irishloc for more info.
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There's a scar on my lip
One that you can't help but kiss
From when I was a kid
I got it like this
See I was three years old, maybe younger still
I crashed headlong into a window sill
And was surprised when I broke instead of it
That's the scar that's on my lip
That's what you're kissing when we kiss.
When you leave, you'll be fine.
When it gets real late
So late that it's not late anymore
And I'm alone, awake
Just creaking with the floors
I can ask the sun to let me sleep
Don't know what stake it holds in the hours I keep
Well I'll push it down
But these burning hands won't seem to do
All my efforts fall right through
The morning makes me think of you.
When you leave, you'll be fine.
But if we're talking about distractions
Everything is a distraction
Except when your blood flows
When your heart beats
And when your ribs rise
When your lungs breathe
If the earth moves
Where will you be
With what you love more
Where does that put me?
When you leave, you'll be fine.
oldguitar/afewmistakes
Opening for Julia Nunes on August 8th in Auburn, NY. http://myspace.com/irishloc for more info.
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There's a scar on my lip
One that you can't help but kiss
From when I was a kid
I got it like this
See I was three years old, maybe younger still
I crashed headlong into a window sill
And was surprised when I broke instead of it
That's the scar that's on my lip
That's what you're kissing when we kiss.
When you leave, you'll be fine.
When it gets real late
So late that it's not late anymore
And I'm alone, awake
Just creaking with the floors
I can ask the sun to let me sleep
Don't know what stake it holds in the hours I keep
Well I'll push it down
But these burning hands won't seem to do
All my efforts fall right through
The morning makes me think of you.
When you leave, you'll be fine.
But if we're talking about distractions
Everything is a distraction
Except when your blood flows
When your heart beats
And when your ribs rise
When your lungs breathe
If the earth moves
Where will you be
With what you love more
Where does that put me?
When you leave, you'll be fine.
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When you're in London next you should probably let you know. I'll bring you food and tea and you can play me some songs.
i look up to you and your writing and if you got the time i was hoping you could check out my two songs Flutter and Itsumademo
P.S. Your channel background reminds me of something Angela from The Office would like. Funniest thing, ever.