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RAY LAMONTAGNE lyrics : "Empty"

She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
I never learned to count my blessings

I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

Walk on down the hill

Through the grass grown tall and brown
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back

Of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain


Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged


Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips

I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me

Lay your blouse across the chair

Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves

To me it sounds like they're applauding us
The quiet love we make


Will I always feel this way
So empty, so estranged


Well I looked my demons in the eye
Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me
See I've been to hell and back so many times

I must admit you kinda bore me

There's a lot of things that can kill a man

There's a lot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
There's a lot of things I don't understand

Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you

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