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P.s.
02:19
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P.s. don’t forget to water the plants
I know you're busy and you might not get the chance to
You are not what you create
Do not let yourself deteriorate
At the first sign of weakness
A hill is not just its steepness
This is the first rain since August
The world screwed on the lid too tight and can’t untwist it
I look at myself and I feel older
My hair has grown down past my shoulders
I want time to pass while I stand still
But I know that’s harder still
But I know that’s harder still
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Dad's Song
03:26
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Getting in touch, getting in touch
Getting in touch, getting in touch
Get in touch with me one more time before I go
So you can bear witness to how I was before I was gone
Getting in touch, getting in touch
You will see me as a cardinal in the sky
And you will see me every time you look yourself in the eyes
Getting in touch, getting in touch
Get in touch with me even after I am gone
For I will be there when I am called upon
And you’ll know
For you will see me as a cardinal in the sky
And you will see me every time you look yourself in the eyes
Getting in touch, getting in touch
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Time waits for no one, not even my grief
I’m left here waiting for some sweet relief
And I can’t get over your last Irish goodbye
I’m next in line to clean up the mess you left behind
And everytime I throw away a piece of you
There is a cardinal who loses its wings
Time waits for no one, not even my grief
I’m left here waiting for some sweet relief
Ooo
And it’s so fitting that you’d leave in spring
I’d see you in the leaves that wore their newfound green
And you were the goldfinch with greenish-yellow tinge
And it’s hard to sit with grief when she’s this bittersweet
And before you even know
Autumn comes for spring
Riding on the back of summer’s wings
Time waits for no one, not even my grief
I’m left here waiting for some sweet relief
Ooo
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4. |
Growing Pains
02:04
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At 23 I still get growing pains
They're just in my mind, not in my legs
I look at my tea half-drank
I know it’s cold but I’ll drink it anyway
Riding to work, the glass windows frosted
Just enough to draw a picture on them
Orange skies tint the seat
Tint the world, tint me
If I have to hear “when I was your age” one more time
I’m going to lose my mind
Riding to work, the glass windows frosted
Just enough to draw a picture on them
Orange skies tint the seat
Tint the world, tint me
Tint me, tint me
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Fervent Disposition
03:12
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I reach into my pocket and find a cough drop and 64 cents
I haven’t been home in a while and the mess is starting to add up
And time spent moving forward now seems like time well spent
Cause the longer my fingers are idle, the more they become stuck
And my heart is always aching for the year before
When will it stop its breaking, and just ache for now
And this fervent disposition won’t go away
I’ve kept the marks that made me even if I’ve changed
And if I find that my road starts to bend
I won’t ask if I have to I’ll just ask when
I reach into my pocket and find a cough drop and 64 cents
Haven’t been myself in a while and the mess is starting to add up
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Heart of Bronze
02:40
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1,2,3,4
Before we leave let’s draw our white flags
Raise them high even if they are just rags
You asked me why you were once so fond of me
Maybe it’s because I’ve got a heart of bronze baby
And now that it’s turning green
You just aren’t as keen
Let’s just wave our rags and leave
You break the silence and you ask me how I am
I say “Almost happy but too tired for that”
You say “Baby we’re packing only one suitcase this time,
Should we take your toothbrush or should we take mine”
Two years later, light comes in through moving leaves
Hanging from the tree that I’m parked beneath
And I’m feeling like a better version of myself these days
At the cost of not having a say in anything
So before we leave let’s draw our white flags
Raise them high even if they are just rags
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Aileen
03:22
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Have you ever met a woman like Aileen?
I mean, have you ever met a woman like her?
Have you ever met a woman like Aileen?
I mean, have you ever met a woman like her?
Getting on a plane to California and I
Have Aileen to thank for everything
Getting on a plane to California and I
Have Aileen to thank for everything
Aileen, momma always was the stronger one
Aileen, and daddy always was the loaded gun
Aileen, bathing baby in the sink
Knowing that this moment would be gone in a blink
Driving all the way across town
Just to get me where I need to go
No matter how busy she sounds
She will always make it to the show
Getting on a plane to California and I
Have Aileen to thank for everything
Getting on a plane to California and I
Have Aileen to thank for everything
Aileen, baby never lost your battle cry
Aileen, even if she lost your blue eyes
Have you ever met a woman like Aileen?
I mean, have you ever met a woman like her?
Have you ever met a woman like Aileen?
I mean, have you ever met a woman like her?
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Christa Wilcox Baltimore, Maryland
Christa Wilcox is an indie folk singer/songwriter native to Baltimore, Maryland.
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