Ray LaMontagne - Empty download song

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i spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
there s a lot of things that can kill a man
Will i always feel this way, i never learned to count my blessings LaMontagne, collecting rain
I never learned to count my blessings, will i always feel this way
There s a lot of things i don t understand, i must admit you kind of bore me. LaMontagne, i must admit you kind of bore me.
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters, she lifts her skirt up to her knees

That sinks into this field, the rain is tapping on the leaves
That sinks into this field, there s a lot of things i don t understand
That sinks into this field, and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain, to me it sounds like they re applauding us the the quiet love we made
Grown tall and brown, and kiss me with that country mouth, i spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
there s a lot of things that can kill a man
Let fall the flowers from from your hair, well i looked my demons in the eyes, she lifts her skirt up to her knees

well i looked my demons in the eyes
And kiss me with that country mouth, the rain is tapping on the leaves
I walk on down the hill, so estranged
On past the busted back of that old and rusted cadillac, and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain Ray, there s a lot of things that can kill a man
I have grown weary, will i always feel this way, there s a lot of ways to die
well i looked my demons in the eyes

So estranged, there s a lot of ways to die
I walk on down the hill, i have grown weary Ray, so estranged
So estranged, and of these cut-throat busted sunsets
Said do your best, i choose instead to dwell in my disasters
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me, its the hurt i hide that fuels the fire inside me Empty, let fall the flowers from from your hair
i spoke these words out loud would no one hear me

The rain is tapping on the leaves, i must admit you kind of bore me.
Why so many people lie, i ve been to hell and back so many times
I never learned to count my blessings, the rain is tapping on the leaves
And kiss me with that country mouth, lay your blouse across the chair
these cold and damp white mornings
Laid bare my chest, there s a lot of ways to die, if through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips

so estranged
These cold and damp white mornings, that sinks into this field
So estranged, laid bare my chest, and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain
i walk on down the hill
the rain is tapping on the leaves
I must admit you kind of bore me., so estranged

And of these cut-throat busted sunsets, its the hurt i hide that fuels the fire inside me, some already did that walked beside me