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Correct Blood Thinner Lyrics
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Billy Woods
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Correct Blood Thinner
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[Intro: Lauren Kelly Benson] Could have been something else [?] Cold fingers warmed by the touch Just gonna slip away What he softly prayed I won't lift you up Could have been something else [?] Cold fingers warmed by the touch Just gonna slip away What he softly prayed I won't lift you up [Verse 1: billy woods] The hearty pauper Ice in the salt water Nine daughters each more gorgeous The night courtiers At night in a forest, inching closer to light rain The cook fire smoldered, the night came Like soldiers on night watch Then watched 'em get older Father over every shoulder Still it's secrets they be holdin' (still it's secrets they be holdin') It's things only women be knowin' They ignored the boys joking The grown man who just watch, nothin' spoken Eyes gropin' thighs If looks could, leers would force they thighs open He schooled 'em, the king of lies take any disguise They nodded in unison Head greased, skin golden Night falls The hills come alive Black von Trapps, you know we can't die Ride the river to the mouth of darkness, but no further Nine girls but if you touch a hair it's murder In town some joker keeping 'em for his self Out of talk, he don't indulge,. When he come through they quiet as hell (Nobody said a word) [Chorus: billy woods] Used to do the things we used to do The do, the things we used to do The things we used to do The things to do the things we used to do We used to do the things We used to do the things We used to do the things To do the things, we used to do [Verse 2: billy woods] I'm not like you and your little friends So don't ask why we can't be like them Can barely focus, guess this what they meant For all that hocus pocus, light gettin' dim Defiant, like we gon' fight 'til the end Go 'head, try it, but that's easier said I'll sleep when you're dead Die in my sleep, grinnin', give it a week That's a freak in the bed, a stiff in the sheets The buzzer ring, dishes in the sink Leftovers in the fridge, it's manuscripts in his things Half done, Agricole rum in my mouth like I blaspheme [Chorus: billy woods] We used to do the things we used to do To do the things we used to do The things we used to do The things we used to do To do the things we used to do The things we used to do The things we used to do The things to do the things To do the things, to do the things To do the things, to do the things To do the things, to do the things Do the things, do the things Do the things, do the things [Outro] More than that, uh, we understand that there is a complexity, like you did, with this man, and the pain he's in and the frustration and, uh, the lack of love that he experiences for himself, that the has for himself. I think that's important. Uh, he's certainly, like all human beings, capable of loving, uh, in some form, to some extent, you know He's also physically attractive and he loves beautiful things
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