38 lyrics for "So I wither"

Ah, but that green grass on the other side Is just an illusion We all have our own confusion Looking out at the people looking in Feeling good must be some kind of sin Looking in at the people looking out Feeling guilty, scared to move about Looking up
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'Cause you're my home When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place That I could call my very own But that's all right my love When you
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We all need somebody to lean on Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on You just call on me brother, when you need a hand I just might have a problem
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Are better than you thought they'd ever be Sweet and tender things Are so much nicer than silly games Softness makes it easier to smile It's better to remember things That makes the sun shine in your memory There's clouds enough for you to see Smile for
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Incomplete, alone and unfinished, my flaws in design are all I've become I can feel myself wither away, the darkest of evils, this way will become Isolation, mutilation as predicted this love has torn us apart From temptation to damnation, my heart bars
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Speak low when you speak, love, Too soon, too soon, Our summer day withers away Too soon, too soon. Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, We're swept apart too soon. Speak low, darling speak low, Love is a spark lost in the dark, I feel wherever I go
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And a smile from you Close your eyes and dream of a sunny place Watch the world light up when you smile Stay with me and smile at me, sunny face Chase the clouds away with your smile Make a smile for me Lately I've been so lonely Might make these blues
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Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Played a tambourine so well Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass "Might be snakes there in that grass" Soothed a local unwed mother Used to
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Why you want to make me cry? Well and why Must the same love that made me laugh Your love is like a a chunk of gold Hard to gain, and hard to hold Like a rose that's soft to touch Love has gone, and it hurts so much Make me cry? Well now you think of
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