DEAD LEAVES AND THE DIRTY GROUND...

When I know you're not around
Shiny tops and soda pops

When I hear your lips make a sound
Thirty notes in the mailbox
Will tell ya that I'm coming home
And I think I'm gonna stick around
For a while so you're not alone
If you can hear a piano fall 
You can hear me coming down the hall
If I could just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I need to see at all
Soft hair and a velvet tongue
I wanna give ya what you give to me
And every breath that is in your lungs
Is a tiny little gift to me
I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down
Then I come home
No-one to wrap my arms around
Wrap my arms around
Well any man with a microphone 
Can tell you what he loves the most
And you know why you love at all 
If you're thinking of the holy ghost
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