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I can hear that sound in your voice
tired and weary of all the bullshit
dealing day to day with day to day
gotta make a dollar, gotta pay the bills
saping energy from that creative source
carrying the load for others like me
meager eeking out instead of writing
another love song, painting your soul
clamoring from the masses obscures
your true beauty babe, little do they
know, little do they know the shinning
perfect heart you enfold within
all I can do is be with you
be with you is all I can do
hold your battered soul close
to mine watching the waves wipe
slates clean again until we are free...