| 1. Dave Barnes - Somehow Saving You |
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Texas at twilight, You here on my mind. Leaving gets harder, With the more I leave behind. I know that I can't have you, So i'll convince...
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| 2. Dave Barnes - Nothing Fancy |
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There's nothing fancy bout the way i love you, there's nothing you could not find in any other man. There's nothing fancy bout the way I love you,...
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| 3. Dave Barnes - Sticks And Stones |
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You would have kept those words there on your tongue, If you had known the hurt they had done. While your fists stay by your side, Your words...
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| 4. Dave Barnes - Love In The Remains |
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It must hurt your mouth to lie like that, Knowing deep down you disagree. We both tell ourselvees that the love is gone, Truth is it will never...
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| 5. Dave Barnes - Close Your Eyes |
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When the future gets real tough And silence speaks too much. I'll reach my hands to you. I'll be all you need, close your eyes and just believe. ...
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| 6. Dave Barnes - Home |
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Your voices swirl and welcome me, Hem me in, make me see. That we are all familiar now, We're in each other's blood somehow. I will never be a...
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| 7. Dave Barnes - Without You |
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Call me courageous, Cause that's what i'm trying to be. And break through this silence, That's breaking it's way through me. Without you i'm a...
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| 8. Dave Barnes - Round And Round |
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Please don't tell me that I am wrong, I've never felt so right. She sticks in my head from night to day to night. Check my fever, check my pulse,...
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| 9. Dave Barnes - Something Beautiful To Say (right Where You Belong |
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I wish I had something beautiful to say, But somehow silence takes that place. So it's done with you pressed up against my chest, I stay here,...
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| 10. Dave Barnes - Prayers Of The Saints |
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Mama sits alone, Where sirens fill the halls. This thing called circumstance dont' make sense to her at all. Mama, beat your breast. Mama, let...
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| 11. Dave Barnes - Grace's Amazing Hands |
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Grace's amazing hands, they hold me. They're as soft as a feather bed. She would never strike or scold me, She knows the words that work well...
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