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Good Man
04:40
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Just a whisper of a feeling, watching shadows on my ceiling
And I’m wondering what I’m supposed to do
Cause the grass is always greener in the life that I been dreaming of
I know I should be happy here with you
You say you wanna settle down,
Build a house in some suburban town
Isn’t this what I’ve been chasing all my life?
A good man is so hard to find, so I tell myself I’m lucky
And I try to change my mind
Cause a good man is so hard to find,
but that doesn’t change the simple truth
That good’s just not the same as right
I wish I could explain it, but words could never say it
The reason why we had to say goodbye
You know I’m scared to lose you, but I’m more afraid to use you
And you’re not the one I’m dreaming of tonight
Someday you’ll find someone new
And I pray that she’ll be good to you
If she’s the one I know she’ll realize
That a good man is so hard to find
and she’ll know that she is lucky
Just to have you by her side
Cause a good man is so hard to find,
but that doesn’t change the simple truth
that good’s just not the same as right
My bed’s a little colder and I’m a little older now
But I won’t forget the kindness in your eyes
As I lay here and remember that last day in November
When you kissed my cheek and told me not to cry
I may never settle down
with a house in some suburban town
But in the end I’m gonna be alright
A good man is so hard to find and I know that I am lucky
To have finally realized
that a good man is so hard to find,
but that doesn’t change the simple truth
that good’s just not the same as right
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2. |
The Wall, My Head
03:20
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Bang your head against the wall
And something’s gotta break
You’re opening the same old wounds
It’s more than I can take
Somethings gotta give, I’m pretty sure it’s me
Somethings gotta give, What’s it gonna be?
I tried ‘til I bled,
but I couldn’t break it down
The wall, my head
But nothing’s gonna save us now
My best attempts couldn’t reach the other side
Of the wall between you and I
I know I’m gonna pay a price
If I try to see this through
Is it virtue of my stubborn vice?
I don’t know what to do
I wish there was a way to get the message through
cause everything I say just echoes in the room
I tried til I bled,
but I couldn’t break it down
The wall, my head
Nothing’s gonna save us now
My best attempts
couldn’t reach the other side
of the wall between you and I...
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3. |
Empty Room
03:44
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I’ll never hear your footsteps down the hallway
Or your laugh as you come bursting through the door
Run my fingers through the clothes left in your closet
Cause I can’t feel you anymore
All I wanna do is sleep, cause you’re with me in my dreams
But you won’t be here in the morning
There’s nothing left but silence, it’s the strangest kind of violence
The empty room where my baby used to be
Didn't know it was goodbye--all the things I would have said
I can’t find the strength to cry as I lay curled up in your bed
Head upon your pillow as I try to catch your scent
What I would give if I could hold you close again
All I wanna do is sleep, cause you’re with me in my dreams
But you won’t be here in the morning
There’s nothing left but silence, it’s the strangest kind of violence
The empty room where my baby used to be
Words all feel too cheap
For a hurt that runs this deep
Oh God, can you hear my silent screaming
In the empty room where my baby used to be?
There’s nothing left but silence, it’s the strangest kind of violence
The empty room where my baby used to be
credits
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4. |
Friendly Fire
03:31
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Til the Blue Comes Out
03:01
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Traces of you, everything I find
Is stained with blue, things you left behind
Your colors taint everything I see
Painted your soul in my memory
Until I’m empty of what you left me
I’m gonna cry til the blue comes out
But you’re not gonna hear the sound
I’m gonna cry til the blue comes out
I could fill a hundred rooms
With the tears I cried for you
I’m gonna cry til the blue comes out
Blue like the sky clear from the rain
I see it all washing away
I’m weightless now free from the pain
I’m coming clean as I walk away
Until I’m empty of what you left me
I’m gonna cry til the blue comes out
But you’re not gonna hear a sound
I’m gonna cry til the blue comes out
I could fill a hundred rooms
With the tears I cried for you
I’m gonna cry til the blue comes out
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Willow Stephens Los Angeles, California
Willow Stephens is a singer-songwriter based in LA. The Montana native started her career playing solo around the
coffeehouses of the Pacific NW. Stephens has strong roots in pop, jazz, folk, R&B and classical music. With influences from doo-wop to hip-hop her music is both nostalgic and future-facing all in one stroke.
She released her first full length album "All that Glitters" in Jan. 2020.
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