Puressence - I Suppose
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I suppose that I'm all right now, When all you ever gave was nothing, I suppose you taught me well now, When all I ever learned was something, I suppose that I'm all right now, I'm all right now and I suppose it, They suppose they taught me well now, You taught me hell now and no one knows it, All right now, all right now, all right now, There's no horses left to bet on, And all your pretty purse is blown away, Someone shows me I've been stepped on, And now I'm left with nothing more to say, And I propose we're not all right now, But I'm all right now, and I propose it, They suppose they taught me well now, You taught me hell now and no one knows it, You're getting sucked in little by little, And I suppose you feel all right now, all right now, don't feel, You're getting shot down a little by little, And I suppose you feel all right now and no one knows it, ( I've got nothing and I feel fine) (I'm right now, I'm right now) Have you lost your feeling? Have you lost your sense of breathing? Have you gained that tainted feeling? So, so cold, Someone poisoned what you're eating, You're getting shot down, you're getting pushed in, a little by little, And I suppose you feel all right now, all right now, don't feel, You're getting shot down a little by little, And I suppose you feel all right now, all right now, don't feel, You're getting pushed in a little by little, And I'm all right now and no one knows it, And no one knows it, and no one knows it, And no one knows it, and no one knows it.
Kristin Hersh - Your ghost
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If I walk down this hallway tonight
It’s too quiet
So I pad through the dark and call you on the phone
Push your old numbers and let your house ring
Til I wake your ghost
Let him walk down your hallway
It’s not this quiet
Slide down your receiver, sprint across the wire
Follow my number, slide into my hand
It’s the blaze across my nightgown
It’s the phone’s ring
I think last night you were driving circles around me
I can’t drink this coffee til I put you in my closet
Let him shoot me down, let him call me off
I take it from his whisper you’re not that tough
It’s the blaze across my nightgown
It’s the phone’s ring
I think last night, you were driving circles around me.
(You were in my dream, you were driving circles around me)
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