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FEEL BETTER
05:25
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Pick Up
03:31
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I'm not trying to bring you down, oh
I'm not trying to bring you down at all
But I try, and I try and I can't through, no
Try and try, but I can't get through when I call
It's gotta be your phone
You wouldn’t leave me all alone
Pick up, pick up
I don’t care if you say anything, no
I don’t care if you say anything at all
I’m so close to throwing my phone, oh
I’m so close to throwing my phone at the wall
I'm sinking like a stone
Every ring just like a moan
Pick up, pick up
There's nothing I can do, it's up to you
There's nothing I can do, it's up to you
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Drive Away Cryin'
03:59
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Four in the morning, just me and the road and my car
I'm making good time but I don't think I'm getting too far
Your voice ringing still in my head
Wish I could forget all you said
From a dark lonely bar you drive me to my car with your mouth
We start out all right but the same stupid fight sends us south
Angry and strong is all I let you see
But the second I turn the key, oh I...drive away cryin'
When you rode shotgun we flew through the sun and the rain
We knew all the songs on the radio and screamed out each holy refrain
It's so cruel how a sound can decay
All too clear as it washes away
And now I'm tryin' to remember as the tears stream down my face
The reasons I've got left love you in the first place
Golden and frozen and bright
But so hard to believe in tonight, while I
Drive away cryin’
If I hide my hurt in this wheel
You won't see the defeat I've become
Blame my pride, but it's all I've got left
To prove I'm not under your thumb
Even if it's a lie that I'm numb...I
Drive away cryin'
You'll think I'm lyin', but I drive away cryin'
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4. |
Never Here
04:06
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Make the bed, take out the trash
When the cab comes, better pay in cash
I was never here
Toss the roses and hide the wine
Let's hope his train doesn't arrive on time
I was never here
Oh, if I make you happy
Let me see you soon again
Even if it's just pretend
Make love, take flight
Like a thief in the middle of the night
So cruel, the dawn
First light, I'm gone
Your hand on my neck my hand on your knee
If we're fast enough nobody will see
We were never here
Make sure your alibis are tight
One last kiss 'til Saturday night
We were never here
Oh, if I make you happy
Don't be sorry, don't be sad
It's the best we've ever had
Short words, big plans
Cool heads, hot hands
So dark, at night
No end, in sight
Oh, they can't prove anything
No, no, nobody saw anything
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Derek Fawcett Chicago, Illinois
The sad beauty of Passenger, the restless urgency of Jackson Browne, and the brooding fire of Ray LaMontagne. Featured in Huffington Post and Fox 2 St. Louis, Something Else Reviews dubbed it “Best of the Year”, and the Chicago Tribune added that he "...presents austere singer-songwriter stuff of surpassing grace." Sing Along, his sophomore release, is available in digital and vinyl versions. ... more
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