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White on White
03:35
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There's hidden power in everything
like vectors falling from an angel's wing
God is dreaming up natural law
and we were not made just to crawl
This is the feeling of fading
we're coast to coasting, we're holy ghosting
This is the feeling of fading
we're coast to coasting, we're holy ghosting
White on white on white on white on white
White on white on white on white on white
Birdsong played at a low rpm
in the field of colorless gems
We saw that beach get swallowed in mist
and had this feeling like we'd all been kissed
This is the feeling of fading
we're coast to coasting, we're holy ghosting
This is the feeling of fading
we're coast to coasting, we're holy ghosting
White on white on white on white on white
White on white on white on white on white
In the future
There'll be no structure
We'll be unchained from our forms
Charming specters
in the ether
a new power floating in the cool warm
White on white on white on white on white
White on white on white on white on white
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Hurt My Baby
03:10
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Hurt my baby once
Hurt my baby twice
Shoulda just made her laugh, I shouldn'ta made her cry (No no)
but it gets so hard to be that knight in white shining armor
be stronger, be calmer, not petty, not smaller
When I met your sister on a Sunday morning
she walked out of that church and then she whispered in my ear:
"Listen up Johnny
Boy you gotta take a long look in the mirror
steer clear, don't be here, we don't need you near here"
If I could step out these dirty shoes I'd be a stronger man
(Who ya foolin' boy?)
If I could step out these dirty boots I'd be a better man
(Whatcha provin' boy?)
I could keep on talkin' bout the muck and the mire
but my mouth could keep on flappin' and you'd still not give a goddamn
Thought about me baby?
Good god please be my lady
Point provin', I'm losin', I just need your soothin'
If I could step out these dirty shoes I'd be a stronger man
(Who ya foolin' boy?)
If I could step out these dirty boots I'd be a better man
(Whatcha provin' boy?)
Girl, what do you wanna do?
You be freak for me, and I'll be a freak for you.
If I could step out of these shoes
You know I'd step step out of these shoes
You know you make wanna *groan* make me wanna *moan*
out of these shoes
I keep on talkin', walkin, never I know how I will choose
Yeah, what did you do to me?
When I look in the mirror I don't know what I see yeah
I've been walking in the streets all night
Woman you got your problems I know
Please, please, come back to me
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Haunted America Brooklyn, New York
Haunted America are a Rock and Roll band from Brooklyn.
For booking email hauntedamericaband@gmail.com
All artwork by George Davis Cathcart georgedaviscathcart.blogspot.com
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