Robin Jackson - Roses and Gold

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[00:00.37]Roses and Gold - Robin Jackson
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[00:18.44]Moonshine oh cover me in moonshine
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[00:25.76]And I will fill your cup with sentimental tales of raspberry wine
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[00:34.12]Cause I've been singing these cowboy tears since we came to an end
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[00:42.50]And I'm writing snake oil poems and drinking alabast gin
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[00:49.77]Like a kite in the wind
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[00:54.13]I'm caught in a spin
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[00:58.39]I'm out on a limb
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[01:07.93]Sweet dreams
[01:10.80]Oh cover me in sweet dreams
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[01:15.44]And I will paint you a story of roses and gold and bittersweet things
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[01:23.97]It's time to say hello to these lonesome lullabies
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[01:32.45]And ride into the story of a new sunrise
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[01:39.39]May our river of tears
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[01:43.58]Wash away all our fears
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[01:47.59]Make it perfectly clear
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[01:57.63]Sweet pie
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[02:00.01]Oh mama make me some sweet pie
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[02:05.90]Fill it with whatever makes it better and will cause these eyes to dry
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[02:13.35]And I pray to mother Mary great spirit and the holy fool
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[02:21.62]That we listen to each other and take heed of the golden rule
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[02:28.81]That you do unto me
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[02:33.30]What I do unto you
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[02:37.28]And we both see it through
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[03:36.92]Soft grace
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[03:39.65]Oh cover me in soft grace
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[03:44.33]And I'll fashion you a cup of forgiveness gypsum nettle and lace
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[03:52.56]Cause the poetry that you've put inside my heart
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[04:01.60]Rattles like a 57 engine about to start
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[04:08.39]Like a kite in the wind
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[04:12.54]Oh I'm caught in a spin
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[04:17.00]I'm out on a limb
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[04:26.64]Rain dance
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[04:29.69]Oh do a little rain dance
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[04:34.85]Call in the lightning and thunder to wash away this sorrowful trance
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[04:42.50]We'll bath in rose petal fire while the will-o-wisps sing
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[04:51.24]And purify our eyes with water from the holy spring
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[04:57.82]And in the days that were old
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[05:02.29]May the story that's told
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[05:06.10]Be made of roses and gold