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Ray LaMontagne
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Skladba Empty vyšla 29. srpna 2006 RCA Records Label na albu Till the Sun Turns Black (Bonus Track Version)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ray LaMontagne
Ray LaMontagne
Acoustic Guitar
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
Percussion
David Gold
David Gold
Viola
Jane Scarpantoni
Jane Scarpantoni
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ray LaMontagne
Ray LaMontagne
Composer
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan Johns
Ethan Johns
Producer
Matthew Cullen
Matthew Cullen
Recording Engineer
Robert Fulps
Robert Fulps
Engineer

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[Verse 1]
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows
With her bare feet, laughin'
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
[Verse 2]
I walk on down the hill
Through grass grown tall and brown
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back of that
Old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain
[Verse 3]
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged
[Verse 4]
And of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud
Would no one hear me?
[Verse 5]
Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're applauding us
The quiet love we've made
[Verse 6]
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged
[Verse 7]
Well, I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest and said
Do your best to destroy me
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit, you kinda bore me
[Verse 8]
There's a lotta things that can kill a man
There's a lotta ways to die
Yes, and some already did and walk beside me
There's a lotta things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
[Verse 9]
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged
Written by: Ray LaMontagne

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