Never talked to the ghost but still believe she's a profit
She said my art got soul, I'm young, naive, & obnoxious
Just because my heart had gotten cold I let it freeze in the water
& now with every syllable I see the meaning in nonsense
She said you're better off alone I don't believe in that concept
The letter ends that's all she wrote signed in red ink @ the bottom
She wanna stop letting go, I hope she achieve what she wanted
I lost my way on open roads but still believe in the process
Running water rusted"gold" and left it green from the copper
I've seen alot of broken homes but this one's better than all them
Talkin to god on broken phones told me I'm destined for darkness
But if I keep playing my role I'll still see heaven in all it
Live life like Edgar Allan Poe, write 19th century novels
Pasta Penne Rigatoni way she's taking it softly
Her body gracefully took hold of all the hate that I harbor
Amazing grace played in slow-motion painted faces on water
Running water rusted"gold" and left it green from the copper
I've seen alot of broken homes but this one's better than all them
Talkin to god on broken phones told me I'm destined for darkness
But if I keep playing my role I'll still see heaven in all it
Live life like Edgar Allan Poe, write 19th century novels
Pasta Penne Rigatoni way she's taking it softly
Her body gracefully took hold of all the hate that I harbor
Amazing grace played in slow-motion painted faces on water
Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair - Open Roads Lyrics
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Never talked to the ghost but still believe she's a profit
She said my art got soul, I'm young, naive, & obnoxious
Just because my heart had gotten cold I let it freeze in the water
& now with every syllable I see the meaning in nonsense
She said you're better off alone I don't believe in that concept
The letter ends that's all she wrote signed in red ink @ the bottom
She wanna stop letting go, I hope she achieve what she wanted
I lost my way on open roads but still believe in the process
Running water rusted"gold" and left it green from the copper
I've seen alot of broken homes but this one's better than all them
Talkin to god on broken phones told me I'm destined for darkness
But if I keep playing my role I'll still see heaven in all it
Live life like Edgar Allan Poe, write 19th century novels
Pasta Penne Rigatoni way she's taking it softly
Her body gracefully took hold of all the hate that I harbor
Amazing grace played in slow-motion painted faces on water
Running water rusted"gold" and left it green from the copper
I've seen alot of broken homes but this one's better than all them
Talkin to god on broken phones told me I'm destined for darkness
But if I keep playing my role I'll still see heaven in all it
Live life like Edgar Allan Poe, write 19th century novels
Pasta Penne Rigatoni way she's taking it softly
Her body gracefully took hold of all the hate that I harbor
Amazing grace played in slow-motion painted faces on water
She said my art got soul, I'm young, naive, & obnoxious
Just because my heart had gotten cold I let it freeze in the water
& now with every syllable I see the meaning in nonsense
She said you're better off alone I don't believe in that concept
The letter ends that's all she wrote signed in red ink @ the bottom
She wanna stop letting go, I hope she achieve what she wanted
I lost my way on open roads but still believe in the process
Running water rusted"gold" and left it green from the copper
I've seen alot of broken homes but this one's better than all them
Talkin to god on broken phones told me I'm destined for darkness
But if I keep playing my role I'll still see heaven in all it
Live life like Edgar Allan Poe, write 19th century novels
Pasta Penne Rigatoni way she's taking it softly
Her body gracefully took hold of all the hate that I harbor
Amazing grace played in slow-motion painted faces on water
Running water rusted"gold" and left it green from the copper
I've seen alot of broken homes but this one's better than all them
Talkin to god on broken phones told me I'm destined for darkness
But if I keep playing my role I'll still see heaven in all it
Live life like Edgar Allan Poe, write 19th century novels
Pasta Penne Rigatoni way she's taking it softly
Her body gracefully took hold of all the hate that I harbor
Amazing grace played in slow-motion painted faces on water
Writer: Orion Ohana
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