Lucinda Williams : Blessed

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You talk about the junk you did

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Like you talk about climbing trees

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You look like a little kid

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With bruises on your knees You will never cop To the damage that's been done You will never stop 'Cause it's too much fun

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Now you want somebody to be your buttercup

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Good luck finding your buttercup You already suck me dry Can't do it any more honey You rough me up and make me cry And you wanna borrow money You say you feel like a failure And wish you cold take it all back Well honey I gotta tell you It's a little too late for that Now you want somebody to be your buttercup Good luck finding your buttercup One reason after the other You're always feeling bad Maybe you couldn't talk to your mother Or stand up to your dad You want my forgiveness That I'll give to you But you got yourself in this mess There's nothing I can do Now you want somebody to be your buttercup Good luck finding your buttercup First time I saw you You would make me melt The last time I saw you You hit below the belt You might have a beautiful mouth You might have beautiful eyes But sooner or later, it'll all go south You tell too many lies Now you want somebody to be your buttercup Good luck finding your buttercup Good luck finding your buttercup Good luck finding your buttercup

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Thundering news hits me

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Like a snowball struck in my face and shattering

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Covering me in a fine powder

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And mist and mixing in with my tears And I'm fifty-seven but I could be seven years old 'Cause I will never be able to Comprehend the expansiveness Of what I've just learned, that...

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You, have disappeared

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You have been released

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You are flecks of light, you are missed Somewhere, spinning 'round the sun Circling the moon Traveling through time, you are missed |

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Walking through unfamiliar streets And I'm shaking unfamiliar hands And I'm hearing unfamiliar laughs And lovely language I don't understand It's late October in Copenhagen The skies are grey, the snow is falling I see my breath outside, I'm freezing I'm motionless, I'm disbelieving but... You, have disappeared You have been released You are flecks of light, you are missed Somewhere, spinning round the sun Circling the moon Traveling through time, you are missed |

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C#7

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You weren't born to be abandoned

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C#7

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You weren't born to be forsaken

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C#7

F#m

You were born to be loved

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You were born to be loved You weren't born to be mistreated And you weren't born to misguided You were born to be loved You were born to be loved You weren't born to be a slave You weren't born to be disgraced You were born to be loved Hmm-hmm, you were born to be loved

Instrumental verse

You weren't born to be abused You weren't born to lose You were born to be loved You were born to be loved You weren't born to suffer And you weren't born for nothing You were born to be loved Hmm-hmm, you were born to be loved

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How did you come up with a day and time?

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You didn't tell me you'd changed your mind

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How could I have been so blind?

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I didn't know you'd changed your mind When you made the decision to get off this ride Did you run out of places to go and hide? Did you know everybody would be surprised? When you made the decision to get off this ride When you made the decision to jump ship Once and for all lose your grip Did you wax the deck to make it easier to slip? When you made the decision to jump ship

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When did you start seeing black?

Em

Was it too much good you felt you lacked?

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Was it too much weight riding on your back?

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When did you start seeing black? When did you start seeing red? Did you see me standing over your bed? Did you hear anything I said? When did you start seeing red? When did you start seeing white? Tell me baby what was it like? Was it when you received your last rites? When did you start seeing white? Did you use a compass to get out of this place? Did you ever hear my voice, did you see my face? Did you finally get tired of running the race? Did you use a compass to get out of this place? Did you feel your act was a final truth? The dramatic ending of a misspent youth Did you really feel you had all the proof? Did you feel your act was a final truth? Was it hard to finally pull the plug? Was it hard to receive that final hug? Did evil triumph over love? Was it hard to finally pull the plug? When did you start seeing black? Was it too much good you felt you lacked? Was it too much weight riding on your back? When did you start seeing black?

Repeat verses 3 and 4

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Hide your background, hide your fame

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Hide your given middle name

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Swallow your pride, swallow your pills

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In your house up in the hills Leave your husband, leave your wife Keep on runnin' your whole life Sweep your dirt under the rug Fix your hurt with a little love

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From the cradle to the grave

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You will always be a slave

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To the quiet darkness of your memories And that's the truth my friend The ugly truth my friend I've got proof my friend

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And that's the truth

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Keep your secrets to yourself Keep your paperbacks up on the shelf Burn your bridges, burn your friends Blow em kisses and make amends Take the high road or take the low No one but you and God will ever know And you might play rough, win or lose Either way love, you'll get the blues From the cradle to the grave You will always be a slave To the quiet darkness of your memories And that's the truth my friend The ugly truth my friend I've got proof my friend And that's the truth

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There'll never be a spring so perfect again

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We'll never see a yellow so rich

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The grass will never be quite as green

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And there'll never be a kiss like your kiss There will never be a summer so complete We'll never see a palette like this Berries will never taste as sweet There'll never be a kiss like your kiss There will never be an autumn so vivid and warm So red, so golden, so crisp Never see a color in aubergine There'll never be a kiss like your kiss There'll never be a winter quite so true When the sky is painted with gifts And there'll never be a moon so full and blue There will never be a kiss like your kiss There'll never be a kiss like your kiss

Lucinda Williams : Blessed
2011

Buttercup

Copenhagen

Born To Be Loved

Seeing Black

Ugly Truth

Kiss Like Your Kiss

Lucinda Williams : Blessed 2011