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Happiness Hurts
05:08
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I don't want anything to change,
hang the year in a picture frame,
scratch my name on the window pane
to say I was here.
Wandering room after room.
Shadows of unknown disasters loom.
Soon I'll be singing a broken tune
to ward off fear.
Happiness hurts, happiness hurts,
'cause I can't make it last.
It's moving too fast, another year past.
Happiness hurts 'cause I can't make it last.
Flecks of dust floating in gold.
I stop to watch the dance unfold.
Some of us young are untellably old,
we can’t forget.
How many loves did I lose,
offered up as a gift to my muse?
She's always hungry and I can't refuse,
but no regret.
Happiness hurts, happiness hurts,
'cause I can't make it last.
It's moving too fast, another year past.
Happiness hurts 'cause I can't make it last.
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Don't Make a Scene
02:32
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Stepped off the train, swept into an April rain.
Sickly exhaust fume, sticky honeysuckle bloom.
Tattoo on concrete. It's the milieu of the street.
Content to be alone in the convent of the unknown.
Don't make a scene, don't make a scene, don't make a scene, don't make a scene
Deserted bride has flirted with pride.
Too forlorn to blush in the stillborn dawn hush, hush.
Graffiti on skin. It's her back-alley sin.
Strings of dreamy haikus cling to steamy sinews.
Don't make a scene, don't make a scene, don't make a scene, don't make a scene
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Papers and Magazines
04:22
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remember when we couldn't sleep
cuz the nightmares were real and their shadows stretched deep
I'd say think of a beautiful dream
we'd get together when we got older
you said I was your savior but you were my shoulder
and we shared the myths of the past
we don't need our faces in the papers and magazines
we don't need our names in the annals of history
'cuz we know who we are and what we have done
the monsters we fought and the battles we won
we don't need anything from anyone
remember when I met you at the train
we drank beer on my stoop without saying a thing
then we both laughed and took a breath
we were naïve and broken and sad
I still thought I could save the world when it went bad
we don't need our faces in the papers and magazines
we don't need our names in the annals of history
'cuz we know who we are and what we have done
the monsters we fought and the battles we won
we don't need anything from anyone
but if you need to breathe I will help you to breathe
if you need to believe I will help you to believe
if you need to break free I will help you to break free
'cuz you always did the same for me
you always did the same for me
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4. |
WMD Remix
03:26
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I'm not crowning any kings anymore.
I'm not taking any prisoners anymore.
I wasn't made for anyone else, so I will unmake myself.
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Jessi Robertson Nashville, Tennessee
Jessi Robertson is a Nashville-based singer/songwriter whose work navigates the boundaries between reality and imagination, and lays bare her own emotional truths.
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