Words and Music: Emily Saliers
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Cold black coffee, incessant stream of cars
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Cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fist full of grey stars
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Yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground
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Today the rain's just water it won't stop from falling down
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I grow weary waiting for my muse
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But in between the time she comes
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I still have to tie my shoes
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And get on with my day
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There are mornings when I'm with Icarus
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And there are days I have to take the bus
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Life's so rich
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Life's so empty
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Secret rendezvous long distance from a phone booth
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Like two players in a mystery straight out of our youth
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Well I'm finding that dramatics have lost their old appeal
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I play the part of stoic lover but I'm not sure how I feel
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I get discouraged waiting for the world
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To understand this love affair
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To understand the girl
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There are moments when Amelia's right beside me
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Next thing I know I taste the salt of the sea
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Life's so rich
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Life's so empty
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Cold black coffee, incessant stream of cars
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Cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fist full of grey stars
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Yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground
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Today the rain's just water it won't stop from falling down
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I grow weary, I'm waiting for the world
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To understand this love affair
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To understand the girl
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There are moments when Amelia's right beside me
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Next thing I know I taste the salt of the sea
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Life's so rich
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Life's so empty
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Life's so strange
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Life's So Strange
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| Indigo Girls |
