I successi di Heather McLarney
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Heather McLarney
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In fading light
She sits on the screen porch rocks the metal glider
It creaks off beat
With the kitchen clock taken from the old store
In these times I feel you here
In the night
In the night, the night, the night
The air here
Still smells of tobacco and oil
Wafts into rooms
Just when she forgets about you
In these times I feel you here
In the night
In the night, the night, the night
Cold morning
You came without a warning
Cold morning
I would burn my hands to push back the sun
I would burn my hands to push back the sun
Into night
Into night, to night, to night
Air here
It still smells of tobacco and oil
It wafts into rooms
Just when she forgets about you
In these times I feel you here
Cold morning
You came without a warning
Cold morning
I would burn my hands to push back the sun
I would burn my hands to push back the sun
I would burn my hands to push back the sun
Writer(s): Heather Mclarney
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