Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground

Dead leaves and the dirty ground
 When I know you're not around
 Shiny tops and soda pops
 When I hear your lips make a sound
 When I hear your lips make a sound
 Thirty notes in the mailbox
 Will tell you that I'm coming home
 And I think I'm gonna stick around
 For a while so you're not alone
 For a while so you're not alone
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 If you can hear a piano fall
 You can hear me coming down the hall
 If I could just hear your pretty voice
 I don't think I need to see at all
 I don't think I need to see at all
 Soft hair and a velvet tongue
 I want to give you what you give to me
 And every breath that is in your lungs
 Is a tiny little gift to me
 Is a tiny little gift to me
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 I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down
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 Then I come home
 No one to wrap my arms around
 Wrap my arms around
 Well any man with a microphone
 Can tell you what he loves the most
 And you know why you love at all
 If you're thinking of the Holy Ghost
 If you're thinking of the Holy Ghost