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by Paul Roub

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With fond frustration, I dream of you Your hesitation, your haunted smile No destination to see you through Could you stay inside my sight line for a while? CHORUS And I only want it all I have nothing left but everything If you knew right now to call I would whisper every little thing Half turn left and it's Not quite right, I'm not Feeling quite myself tonight I'm full of holes, Full of, full of holes You're made of paper, a folded bird Thin wings taper, you bend just so I'm out of tape or, you might have heard me Sing into the breeze and let you go CHORUS I'm not half surprised when the curtain comes to call And I realize I was never there at all Wound up on your feet Bound for another street… than… mine Watch you disappear in double time Bruised and breathless, here and now Suddenly senseless, I drink your name Tossed so carelessly down I wonder how It left so much more quickly than it came CHORUS
I think of you with fond frustration Running 'round in my heavy head Brains beauty but no destination I don't even know what I just said I come to you all bruised and breathless Went wherever my envy led Ran right back to you stunned and senseless I don't even care what I just said Play… 'til your playing parts are sore Say… what you want and so much more Stay… and we'll make the best of all the best of all the rest of all we have in store You're sick of being lost and lifeless C'mon and lead yourself to me instead And we'll forget about the slight and sightless They won't even hear what I just said


released September 3, 2011




Paul Roub Satellite Beach, Florida

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