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Ryan Adams Heartbreaker

I don?t know why I let go I want to be your friend Flowers grow through my window and I love you again Oh, I love you oh When you laid me down into your

Oh baby why do I miss you like I do Oh I miss my sweet And the birds all singing blue And white And white Call me on your way back home, dear Cause

Well, the pills I got they ask me Lets go out for a while And the knives up in the kitchen Are all too dull to smile Yeah, and the sun it tries to warn

I went down to Houston, and I stopped in San Antone I passed up the station for the bus I was trying to find me something but I wasn't sure just what

Head on down to 9th Street, gal Let's go out kicking with the boys and the gals Wear your dress and bring my ring Someone's gonna get it, ain't gonna

As a man I ain't never been much for sunny days I'm as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange When the colors go out of my eyes, its usually

Well night time let her through Yeah, I'm talking to you I wanna see her Precious little thing With eyes that dance around Without their clothes So

: Well nighttime let her through Yeah I'm talking to you I wanna see her Precious little thing With eyes that dance around without their clothes So

: As a man I ain't never been much for sunny days I'm as calm as a fruit stand in New York and maybe as strange But when the color goes out of my eyes