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Matt Nathanson - Maid lyrics
hello my, my foul weather friend these thick sheets of rain seem to have hindered your way, again and the winds, I can feel the winds they've gotten so strong no wonder you're back to our home, our home my ears, they're always open to your laments my will, is always weak for your advances but I'll play the maid and clean up the mess your face, I look at your face and it's changed since we last spoke it's weathered and beautiful so weathered and so beautiful oh no no no please have a seat I was going anywhere but that can wait cuz I'd rather have you here while I can then I'll pack it all up and take you with me again my ears they're always open to your laments my will is always weak for your advances but I'll play the maid and clean up the mess I was like anyone else so real, so strong, so you said it's always welcome back, I'll take your bags things havent changed much since you left my side though your room's been unoccupied well I have tried to give it up so here are my ears again and here are my arms and here are my hopes again just please keep coming back |
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