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Round 21, Week 8

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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Thought it'd be nice A big empty house Just me and my girl Not a care in the world The silence it cuts Like knives in my chest An absence so loud Goddamn I'm impressed Wise men say You don't know whatcha got til it's gone n' I say I got One empty chair Prolly took you for granted I keep kicking myself Me n' this here piano Will keep wishin' you well Brought you flowers today They shine bright in the sun Baby this here goodbye Is the hardest I've ever sung Been missin' you girl Seems like so long Missin' those nights I still can't sleep alone Got tears on my pillow And a hole in my heart Girl, I'll see you in heaven You just got a little headstart Wise men say You don't know whatcha got til it's gone n' I say I got One empty chair
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Nothing more or nothing Less Strangers in an empty nest Self inflict insanity Drowning in sobriety Blessing or a curse? Mesmerizing dreamy potion Sweet exotic love affair Twisted up in raw emotion Lost me in your stare Sweet devotion Know that this is for the best Don’t know I can pass the test Cabernet or Chardonnay Dreams are washing over me Good for the heart? Lasted for a week, not a total bust Found that I can live without, not a total must Cut it down to reasonable, All that I can ask When I’m feeling vulnerable, pour another glass
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When did you leave me It’s hard to know the moment when Did it happen all at once or piece by piece Just like the broken shards that lay before me Moments missed and regret Years gone by with not to show Frost collects on window pane And melts just like a day gone by Looking back to happy days Love for something I can’t touch A memory of a smile But before me only cracks I see Jumping without looking The passing just reveals a hole Time sank in and left me here A broken mirror to keep me company
4.
Wake, my dear The winds grow near Soon, my towers' fate to fall Branch may bend The jackal wind Time's cruel bondsman, come to call Grown from seed A century's deed Always flow beyond my reach Miles to wind The sea to find Still, you bent to pause for me No more will I bring you shade Or whisper all your ancient names Tell me you'll remember me Though years may come, unkind, I'll Love you til the roots run dry Mine to bide Your journeys wide Share your favors when you could Mark me some In years to come Speak my memory where I've stood No more will I bring you shade Or whisper all your ancient names Tell me you'll remember me Though years may come, unkind, I'll Love you til the roots run dry
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Every time I find some undiscovered place to go I'm overwhelmed with counting up the things I'll never know and you don't have any clue what I was going through but you saved me, and the least that I can do is give my time to you I couldn't love you any more than I already do and then I close my eyes and you show me something new and I'm amazed to find the hyperbole true in that even more could I love you All my friends are out living their big important lives I am home with you again, just like every night and you don't have any clue what I was going through when you saved me, now the least that I can do is give my life to you I couldn't love you any more than I already do and then I close my eyes and you show me something new and I'm amazed to find the hyperbole true in that even more could I love you everybody said how amazing you could be but I guess thats something, something you've gotta see I couldn't love you any more than I already do then I close my eyes and you show me something new and I'm amazed to find the hyperbole true in that even more could I love you I couldn't love you any more than I already do and then I close my eyes and you show me something new and I'm amazed to find the hyperbole true in that even more could I love you

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Here is this week’s assignment, from Mitchell:

""What is this thing called love?"

Write a love song. It can be about anything you want it to be about: a car, a toaster, a goldfish, a colour of paint - anything you wish, but not a person.

M. Snow"

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released January 21, 2019

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