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Post by Angel Clementine on May 14, 2009 3:28:10 GMT -5
(This was me, some years and bad times ago:)
Two Fools In One (by Angel Clementine)
(verse 1) I'm going back where skies are black to country nights in my hometown. Just gonna pack my duffel sack for space when tears fall down. To make it plain, a bus or train I'll take to clear my head. Don't sweet-talk me; I only see your words through shades of Red.
(chorus) I could just stay; instead, I'll say, "I hate to hurt and run-- One dangerous dude, and One half-man, you're Two! Two fools in One!"
(verse 2) Now homeward bound, I'm almost free; my heart and I are heading down. I'm Black and Blue, but without you I'll turn those shades around. You'll make your bail from County jail-- You're "Sorry", so you say; my self respect and busted lips aren't sorry you're away!
(bridge) I am not saying who's to blame that I’ve stopped loving you; but, who's to blame I wear your shame in Red and Black and Blue?
(chorus) I could just stay; instead, I'll say, "I hate to hurt and run-- One dangerous dude, and One half-man, you're Two! Two fools in One!"
(repeat chorus and modulate)
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Post by mfwilkie on May 14, 2009 11:55:07 GMT -5
I'm going back where skies are black
in to/the country nights of in my hometown.
Here, I want to know why you're going back to your hometown, Angel?
Maggie
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Post by Angel Clementine on May 15, 2009 1:26:08 GMT -5
Thank you, Maggie, for the prepositions, and your suggestion. Angel
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