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I left my home on the East Coast
To get as far as I could go.
I meant to roam the desert west,
To sing my songs and play some shows.
Something's lost and something's gained,
And something's blowing in the wind;
Nothing's left where we once stood,
Save for memories and the rain.
Arroyo!
Somewhere, a river's been.
Somewhere I’ve lost my friend.
Get out; Get up and run.
Get out, when the clouds come.
I spent my time in Santa Fe,
New Mexico, U. S. of A.
I went to go to college there,
To study and get my B.A.
Something's wrong; I'm not okay:
It's just Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll.
I lost my mind and my soul
For a shot of dope and cocaine.
Arroyo!
Somewhere, a river's been.
Somewhere I’ve lost my friend.
Get out; Get up and run.
Get out, when the clouds come.
I stood by my lover's bedside,
And pleaded with him not to go.
I could not cry on the outside,
But I could not leave him alone.
Nothing left to do but pray,
Sing softly and hold his hand,
And with one teardrop that he shed,
I knew just what he would say:
Get out; Get up and run.
Get out, when the clouds come.
Arroyo!
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Love is fragile, made of glass:
Sometimes it breaks,
And sometimes it lasts.
Lovers cross paths,
Sometimes meet,
Stay or set free:
Want someone like me.
Maybe we expect too much,
Lovers in love,
With wandering lust;
No one can be everything
Just to someone.
Gotta spread my wings.
CHORUS:
Everything I've done comes rushing back;
Everyone I've known has left a crack,
Because my heart is fragile,
But it's built to last.
Can't quite get you out of my head.
I don't know why;
It's something you said:
'Bout I'm the cutest little, *moan*
The sweetest, *moan*
Better off being alone
Than unhappy being with someone
Rather singing on this song,
No Mr. Right,
But no Mr. Wrong.
(CHORUS)
BRIDGE:
I still miss you, but I'm moving on;
Put all my love, into this song.
I still miss you, but I'm moving on;
Put all my love, into this song.
I still miss you, but I'm moving on;
Put all my love, into this, into this, into this song.
(CHORUS, plus repeat last two lines)
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Sometimes I feel so bad,
I watch the flowers die;
I don’t want to water them,
And I don’t know why.
Sometimes I hate myself,
So I push you away;
Everything is poison,
Each Word I say.
I don’t know how to be good;
I don’t know if I would,
Even If I could.
Sometimes I feel so hurt,
I just sit in the dark,
Starving myself to death,
And falling apart.
Sometimes I tell you things,
That I really don’t mean,
Just to prove I don’t need you,
But it’s not what it seems.
I don’t know how to be good;
I don’t know if I would,
Even if I could.
The more I like you,
The meaner I am,
‘Cause there’s more to lose,
With a loving man.
I don’t know how to be good;
I don’t know if I would,
Even if I could.
No, I don’t know how to be good;
I don’t know if I would,
Even if I could.
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When I was standing at the Gates of Hell,
I thought I heard you call my name;
I thought we could be lovers once,
But we couldn't even be friends.
I heard you said some foolish things,
About my state of mind,
When my father was falling on death's door,
You went and broke my heart.
CHORUS:
Please, don't tell on me;
I did something I shouldn't of.
No/Said please, don't tell on me;
I did something I shouldn't of:
La, la, la, la, la, la.
There but for the grace go I,
I've heard it time and again.
God's forgiveness is all I need,
Can't get that from any man.
You ask me what are my plans,
Now that you've thrown me down?
I say, that's none of your concern,
But since you've asked, I'm sleeping around.
(CHORUS)
BRIDGE:
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!
(CHORUS 2X)
I took money for love.
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Dedicated to the Memory of Jason Andrew Berg, Ronald Lee Winkler, Franklin Bache Molin, and Noah Silver
released October 26, 2016
Nina Heart...Voice, Guitar, Percussion
Daniel Rodriguez...Lead Guitar
Don Zientara...Rhythm Guitar
Liam O'Donovan...Bass
Nate Oliver...Drums, Congas
Produced by Nina Heart and Don Zientara
Engineered by Don Zientara
Mixed by Nina Heart and Don Zientara
Mastered by TJ Lipple
All Songs Written by Kathryn Ida Winkler (c) 2016 BMI
