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I don't want you tomorrow,
I don't want you some other time,
I want you now, and maybe for the rest of my life
I just want to feel the sweet a-love that everybody's talking about
I just want to feel your soft cheeks,
Brushing against my own
I want to kiss you, and make a sweet love to you
I just want to feel the touch of a woman that's dear to me
I want us to sit and share our stories,
To laugh and cry and get angry,
I want us to sigh, and do absolutely nothing together
I just want to feel the possibility true love exists for me
And I know that it might not just happen,
That she may never come at all,
And when she does, it might just all start crumbling down
But still I sing, that maybe she'll be able to fill the sinking hole in my heart
But still I sing, that maybe she'll be able to fill the sinking hole in my heart.
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Underwhelmed
02:31
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It's 4 A.M.,
I've been waiting for something to happen
I'm half asleep
I don't know where my dreams are coming from
Like the dying breath of fire
That lingers on and on
It's getting hard to see
I've been blinded by my own illusion
I've been awake for far too long
I can only see doubled in my mind
Like the clouds who've never left their ground
But have seen the whole wide world
I'm overwhelmed
I can barely move my feet
I'm underwhelmed
That I just can barely move my feet
It feels like forever
To be stuck inside this loop
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Work
03:53
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I don't care that you're a god-forsaken king,
If you take my words for granted, well you're bound to be out of kin
I don't care if you're a sloth, or even a lusted mug of Ale,
I don't care if all you want is to sit and rot until you're pale
I just want to be loved
By your hands.
I don't care that you're an animal extinct,
If you don't do the proper training, well you're, bound to admit defeat
I don't care if you're a dead man, or even a picture on the wall
I don't care if you're naked and just can't move because you're blinded
I just want to be loved
By your hands.
I don't care that you're the god-damned pope,
If you don't listen to my words, someone's bound to get hurt
I don't care if you're a sinner, or even a prophet of the just
I don't care if you're the hand that reaches the sky only to fall
I just want to be loved
By your hands.
I don't care that you're a simple farming peasant,
If you don't start to work your life out, well you're, bound to lose the present
I don't care if you're a poor, or even a hard worker without raise,
I don't care if you're the housewife who never gets her praise
I just want you to be loved
By your hands.
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Love's a-strange Thing
02:56
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Love's a-strange thing,
Love's a-strange thing,
You love her so but it ain't quite right
Love's a-terrifying,
Love's a-terrifying,
This horrible feeling in my gut is bringin' me down
How can I let it go,
How can I let it go,
This taste of foul water that's drowning me?
How can I let it go,
How can I let It go,
If I want to hear her beautiful laugh again?
And now, after a while,
I've finally understood
I don't have all the answers, nor I ever will
Love's a-strange thing,
Love's a-strange thing,
The only thing I've learned is I love you
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5. |
The World Is Turning
03:46
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Whether it's the blossom of cherry in the youth of spring,
Whether it's the kill of a calf by the desert's king,
Whether it's the cry of a babe, or a cry of a mother,
All will grieve, though the earth won't care
Whether you live or die,
Whether you smile or cry -
The world is turning
Whether it's the blossom of cherry in the youth of spring,
Whether it's the kill of a calf by the desert's king,
Whether it's the cry of a babe, or a cry of a mother,
All will grieve, though the earth won't care
Whether you live or die,
Whether you smile or cry -
The world is turning
Whether it's the blossom of cherry in the youth of spring,
Whether it's the kill of a calf by the desert's king,
Whether it's the cry of a babe, or a cry of a mother,
All will grieve, though the earth won't care
Whether you live or die,
Whether you smile or cry -
The world is turning
Whether it's the blossom of cherry in the youth of spring,
Whether it's the kill of a calf by the desert's king,
Whether it's the cry of a babe, or a cry of a mother,
All will grieve, though the earth won't care
Whether you live or die,
Whether you smile or cry -
The world is turning
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Itamar Haggai Israel
An upcoming musician from Israel. Playing, singing, creating and experimenting with a broad music style. From straight up traditional Blues up to modern Jazz and Folk.
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