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The point at which I knew my plan would fail
Was the moment when I realized
I’d spent my cash for bail
There comes a time we learn to pull our punch
But you and I were cut from different cloth
I’ve got a hunch
We start out in the clover
But we end up in the weeds
what we have in spades in words it seems
we lack for sure in deeds
we could call a cease-fire
a barbed wire honeymoon
if you could give me just a
little slice of moon
You know, you ain’t half-bad when you smile
And I know I ain’t no movie star,
But honey, we got style
But you and I got a taste for stormy sky
We just ride that wave of bitter blood
Til that red rain’s running dry
We start out in the clover
But we end up in the weeds
what we have in spades in words it seems
we lack for sure in deeds
we could call a cease-fire
a barbed wire honeymoon
if you could give me just a
little slice of moon
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William Nesmith - Wesley
03:12
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I still remember when we
Met in second grade
The teacher told me
“Help the new kid find his way”
You said hello and we were laughing
Almost instantly
We were inseparable
And stuck with Elmer’s glue
SpongeBob and Patrick
Had nothing on me and you
Pink was your favorite color
I kinda liked pink too
Wesley, can you tell me
How the best of friends can drift away
Wesley, can you help me
All I’ve got are seven years
Of faded memories
We never noticed that
We broke unspoken rules
All of the kids were just so
curious and cruel
We were some misfits
But nobody fit me quite like you
We walked along the fence
At recess every day
You wrote short stories
I liked rhyming poetry
Enchanted crystals
In our magic land of make believe
Wesley, can you tell me
How the best of friends can drift away
Wesley, can you help me
All I’ve got are seven years
Of faded memories
I went to public high school
You moved away
I got to see you on a trip to NYC
We tried to write and call, but
I think we felt the change
You’re not on socials, so I only see the clips
“Degree in English ” and a “Catholic activist”
I wish you’d call me up, and tell me all I’ve missed.
Wesley, can you tell me
How the best of friends can drift away
Wesley, don’t forget me
All I’ve got are seven years
Of faded memories
All I’ve got are seven years
Of faded memories
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A Place
Is there a place where I could go
Is there a place where I could go
A place that I could replace
Is there a place
Is there place above the sky
Is there a place above the sky
A place beyond the clouds
is there a play
Come and follow me
To where the air is clear
Come and follow me
to where the land meets the sea
is there a place so far away
Is there a place so far away
as faraway as I could see
is there a place
Is there a place where I could go
Is there a place where I could go
A place that I could replace
Is there a place
Come and follow me
To where the air is clear
Come and follow me
to where the land meets the sea
Is there a place?….
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LYRICS
When did I stop loving the way you make me feel
When did I stop needing you
End up just not believing you
Was it while I made you your coffee
Was it in the car with the radio off
Was it over dinner where our words should have been
In between the sniff and the rustle and cough
When did I stop seeing your face inside my dreams
How did I lose sight of you
Sleeping just to the right of you
Have I been pretending to listen
Every time you’ve spoken how much did I miss
Busy thinking all about what I could have been
Smiling for photos just to keep me convinced
When did I stop loving the way you make me feel
When did I stop seeing your face inside my dreams
When did I give in to the emptiness
When did I confess, under what duress, just could not suppress, when it become too real
When did I stop loving the way you make me feel
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I'll spare you.
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-LYRICS-
Come lay your head down on my shoulder babe
All our adventures are done for the day
The coats are hanging, the dog’s on the floor
Let’s raise a glass to the great indoors
CHORUS
Drinking in a little home life
We've been working hard and it’s time
To party like we’re thirty all night
Ain’t it good to be right where we are?
We don’t gotta paint the town red
We just gotta lay in our bed
Singing "Ain’t it good to be right here?"
Ain’t it good to be right where we are?
No reservations, no RSVP
Nowhere nobody expects us to be
Nothing but freedom and a 1000 square feet
And babe it’s everything that we need
BRIDGE
Ooh, love, think I could get real used to this
Ooh, love, feel that domestic kind of bliss
Ooh, love, think I could get real used to staying
Right where we are
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