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here tell me about the sky
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
If you asked me now then I couldn't tell you why

I've been sitting here too long by

distant
You make moves in your city 
And did not get no permission
You're not threatened by a good time and never with kissing
Stayed up late for it

you acting like you ain't already know what it is
I don't like when you drink, you don't act the same
And your stupid guy friends always been a pain
I

the
Motherfucking burning of the flame
Never heard of high watching it dance
Flirting with the burden of your pain
Tryna make it rain bitch
I make it fucking snow
Put

but there ain't no dances
I'm standing in this hall getting funny glances
I was raised as a youth but was missing parents
I was raised by my granny,

locked with a chain,
We party all the night, can someone pop the champagne?
I want you by my side ,baby you just fit in my lane

Baby just stay in my lane,

long,
honest Santa
I got my eye on you Santa
I'd like to dance with you,
santa, santa, I got my eye on you now
 
The elves are busy in the ole workshop

From Clare to Here

Nanci Griffith

Other Voices, Other Rooms

1993

from Clare to here
It's a long way from Clare to here
It's a long, long way
It gets further by the day
It's a long, long way from Clare to here

When

didn't even try
Now I'm sitting thinking, baby, was it all a lie?
So fucked up now, I just wanna die
Numb from the pain, baby, I can't even cry

Got me

An envelope unsealed by the rain
To lay out the cause and to pass on the pain
And the girl: face down at the edge of the lake
Where she paid for her

to run up a sack
Count up the money
Thumb through them racks
Came a long way from the trap
And i aint never look back
Remember shoes they was converse
Now

Pourin Tonight? We call the shots
Wanna drink? then come to the spot, what'cha want?

Sloppy drunk and she givin' me lap dances
I feel like Drake, when

Pourin Tonight? We call the shots
Wanna drink? then come to the spot, what'cha want?

Sloppy drunk and she givin' me lap dances
I feel like Drake, when

We on our victory lap 
From the birth to the death y'all
But trying to keep the dash clean Like some armor all
Fully represented by his love

A Visionist signing off to your brothers and
Sisters Yo, it's been a long run, and to make it Through
Hell You run, like being chased by a gun, the toxins

short
Broke ass, I got my money long
Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm

faithfully
Look
All facts
No be stories we dey try frame
You can't finesse the pain
So I'm staying with my high grade
Used to miss classes
No marks for IAs

From drugs that i take or i took 
Long time 
Never gone by a book 
Deal with shit
On my own 
I dont need any help 
Or a girl to take home 
Man im used

effects of C-PTSD
Echoes of Pain, they resonate
In this Torment, I can't negotiate
Abuse, Gaslighting, a destructive Dance
In the Mirror of the Past,

on the weekend
I don’t ever want it to be Monday
Hold me long, take me up to the ceiling
Oh we only ever need this one day
So lets dance until the sun aches
Love

the devil and kill him there
Gamble my life away and dance until the end
Lie with a poker face for years and don't pay amends
I lived in a full house of pain

I spent Monday on Strawberry Hill
Till I fell and I landed on your windowsill
I hung there by a golden fine web
I had woven from a hair of your head

know what to look for
But I stumbled on something greater than Riches
When I crave a sound
I create another wave. Day by day I'm slowly Fulfilling my

tanks
They spraying, they wanna finish us
Jehovah, I hope you watching us
Watching MPs give the lap dance
They finish and mess up our finance
Using our