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She was a girl, a friend of mine, a waitress on the weekend, almost lovers, kindred spirits
She grew up poor, so when the money came she lost her shit she couldn’t wait to go and spend it
When the rest of us were wasting time naked in bed, she shrugged it off and said she couldn’.
Who really knows how deep it went, how near she was to drowning in her well of secrets
Now I see the hurt you had, hurt you had honey
I wish I’d seen it all along
Looking back on those times, the days we were together
How could I have been so wrong?
Over the years I drowned myself with cheap booze and bad sex, I guess I thought I needed
A sweet escape, a minor phase, a slip in my success except that no one ever noticed
But I could have been a cautionary tale, a sick cliche, just the way of drunk musicians
No one likes to admit that talent lends itself to the souls of those with mental illness
Now I see the hurt I had, hurt I had honey
Guess I’d seen it all along
I tried to hide, I masked it into melody
I tied it up into a song
I’d take it back, I’d take it all back if I could take it back
‘Cause now I see the hurt we had, hurt we had honey
I wish I’d seen it all along
Looking back on those times, the days we were together
How could I have been so wrong?
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Early to Bed
02:37
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You can drink to dumb down the din of the noise inside your head
Morning shame will sneak up on you, who knows what you might have said
Lonely is a special kind of sad
You’re only running from yourself
You make excuses for your absence, saying you were early to bed
The TV’s turned to some sappy shit, you sweat straight through the sheets
Inbox is full and the phone’s off the hook, reminding yourself to eat
Lonely is a special kind of sad
You’re only running from yourself
You make excuses for your absence, saying you were early to bed
But you’re not early to bed
No one said it’s easy now
Hold your breath, then breathe it out
Lonely is a special kind of sad
You’re only running from yourself
You make excuses for your absence, saying you were early to bed
But you’re not early to bed
You’re not early to bed
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The World is on Fire
03:30
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Everyone needs a sense of inclusion
To secure a space for their soul
I wish it didn’t feel like such a delusion
To view this world as a whole
Oh the world’s on fire, didn’t you get the memo?
I hope you’ve got something up your sleeve
Oh, the world’s on fire and the devil’s at the table
Give us grace to go down lovingly
Drones dropping bombs, border babies stuck in cages
Yet we’re still calling it a democracy
Saying women have no fight while stripping reproductive rights
I’d say we’re losing our humanity
Oh the world’s on fire, didn’t you get the memo?
I hope you’ve got something up your sleeve
Oh, the world’s on fire and the devil’s at the table
Give us grace to go down lovingly
This whole world is on fire
This whole world is on fire
Give it grace, give it love, give it all that you’re able
And remember that others are just like you and me
All this hate, all this greed, made the world unstable
Oh, I hope as we go out, we can find some peace
Oh, I hope as we go out, we can find some peace
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Emma Hill Anchorage, Alaska
Growing up in the small Alaskan village of Sleetmute to her worldwide travels, Emma has worked hard to position herself as a force in the music world. Her albums have received national recognition and she has toured them nationally and internationally. Splitting her time between touring and home, she has shown her dedication to keeping music alive wherever she goes. ... more
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