Will Wood – Thats Enough Lets Get You Home (Guitar)

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My dream girl, those eyes, that nose

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My private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone

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Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts

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Haunt my bedroom at night and say "let's get you home"

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They say "grow up, be a man 'cause until then you're nothing but a short-haired girl"

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But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands, see my reason and "Goodbye cruel world"

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And oh my god what's wrong with me?

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And the wife of Walter Keane whose name right now's escaping me… That's right, Margaret

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Dream girl come and sweep me off my knees

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I'd rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me

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Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold

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To incubate the shadows you can't stitch back to your soles

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You seemed fine just a few days ago

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But CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home

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Well now you swear in your prayers telling time "Promise I'll never have fun again

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If you'd stop flying" but then you start crying "never mind, you win!"

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And far too late came far too soon

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And the love you never made became the things you'd never do. Oh, sweet Mary!

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Dream girl come, but keep your hands off me

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Go on back to bed my love, I mean, that's where dreams are supposed to be

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So come on, William grow up, be a man, cause until then they're gonna treat you like you're just a little girl

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But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands and you'll see that it's me who cries mercy 

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And oh, are you at all like me?

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Do you know what I mean? Or am I too close to see? Someone, anyone?

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Of the two things we do on our knees:

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Watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles

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Well, here's the church, here is the steeple, open the door, see all the people

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Alright that's enough let's get you home