Dead leaves and the dirty ground When I know youre not around Shiny tops and soda pops When I hear your lips make a sound When I hear your lips make a sound Thirty notes in the mailbox Will tell you that Im coming home And I think Im gonna stick around For a while so youre not alone For a while so youre not alone If you can hear a piano fall You can hear me coming down the hall If I could just hear your pretty voice I dont think I need to see at all I dont think I need to see at all Soft hair and a velvet tongue I want to give you what you give to me And every breath that is in your lungs Is a tiny little gift to me Is a tiny little gift to me I didnt feel so bad till the sun went down Then I come home No one to wrap my arms around Wrap my arms around Well any woman with a microphone Can tell you what she loves the most And you know why you love at all If youre thinking of the holy ghost If youre thinking of the holy ghost
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