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I heard a song on the radio
and it was sung for your ears only

When you're lost though you know
all directions by heart
take a look what's
on morning glory vines 
I grew up surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature 
And they're forever present in my mind 

But I'm headed in the wrong direction
and fall away from everything

Oh, I know we've already gone
In the direction of the sun
In the direction of the sun

I hid behind the curtain where
directions
Till the limit of implosions, which is never very far

All I ever wanted to see
Was just invisible to me

Out there in the distance
of things
He stepped into the darkened space
The air was thick and warm
He drops the coins in one by one
The scene unfolds before him

He stands looking
connection

One way street
Moving in the wrong direction
It's a, one way street
Someone on my line, never gotta a bad connection

Surrender by voices, I don't
harder
You, hide behind your hanging locks
Sketching out a new direction to follow

Just one more thing for you to swallow down
All messed up in
try to make a connection
It seems I've been running in the wrong direction oh oh

Oh I'd love to feel love but I can't stand the rejection
I hide behind
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd

'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
My baby makes me proud Lord don't he makes me proud
He never makes a scene by hanging onto me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk Lord don't they
Won't miss those things that I left behind

Cause now I'm going in the right direction
Cause now I'm going in the right direction

Now I've found
Know that you're there

Laying dark
Behind the scenes a
Madman at the screens

Laying dark
Behind the scenes a
Madman at the screens

Laying
connection

One way street
Moving in the wrong direction
It's a, one way street
Someone on my line, never gotta a bad connection

Surrender by voices, I don't
in the same direction
Just puttin' one foot in front of the other
Little by little gets a whole lot further
Hittin' our stride, one foot in front
My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
Cause people like to talk, Lord, how
I've been cursed, I've been crossed
I've been beaten by the ones that get me off
I've been cut, I've been opened up
I've been shattered by the ones I
they've rehearsed

It's a waste of time
I'd put it behind me once and for all
And let the hype decline
If the problem wasn't mine

Go by, go by
Go
you 
All the people drive by slowly gawking at the scene 
Of the smoldering inevitable spark and gasoline 

All the way I met you head on full speed
Lord don't she make me proud! 
She never makes a scene 
By hangin' all over me in a crowd! 
 
'Cause people love to talk, 
Lord don't they love
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Writer Kenny O'Dell

My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall
My baby makes me proud, Lord don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk, Lord, how
Picture a scene in your mind
Looks at all the people and take note of the setting behind
Listen, watch, and wait
A plot begins to take shape
My baby makes me proud, Lord, don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk, Lord,