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Louise Burns - The Artist lyrics

Artist: Louise Burns

album: The Midnight Mass


Oh poor old me I said I would not do this to myself again
Oh poor old me I said I would not do this to myself again
But I been' told that winter's are not cold
If someone's there to light the flame until it turns to coal
Well I admit there's something wrong with me
I take the hit and then ask him why won't you let me be?
I said I'm through of living with you
You better run for your life before I break you in two
Oh poor old me I said I would not do this to my friends again
Oh poor old me I said I would not do this to my friends again
But I been' told that writers are not bold
Until you tell them that their poetry is made of gold
Well I admit there's something wrong with me
I can't get through a novel without falling half asleep
I said I'm through with living with you
You better hide your books before I tear them all in two
Well I been' told that singers get real cold
Until you tell them that the spotlight's made for them alone
Well I admit there's something wrong with it
I'll bite the bullet so it doesn't shoot me in the head
Well I admit there's something wrong with me
I take the hit and then ask him why won't you let me be?
I said I'm through of living with you
You better run for your life before...

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