My Sweetheart
from Fiction by Putnam Murdock
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You can call it a failure with me and with you,
Cuz we couldn’t work it out, but we’ll work it through.
To carry this burden is something we’ll do.
If you can’t find the magic, you head for the door.
Cuz it would be more tragic to live in this war.
And it’s best to surrender than to hurt anymore.
My sweet heart.
Hang onto me just like a melody, not so easily.
Don’t look back to see all that has happened here,
Though not so clear.
Don’t cry my dear.
It just wasn’t meant to be.
Maybe next Christmas we’ll both be at home
And we’ll mail all the presents and call on the phone.
And we’ll meet in the middle of hello and goodbye.
My sweet heart.
We all have our mysteries and things that don’t last
That blanket our future under our past
And answer the questions we don’t want to ask, like,
Was this right from the start, my sweet heart?’
Hang onto me just like a melody, not so easily.
Don’t look back to see all that has happened here,
Though not so clear.
Don’t cry my dear.
It just wasn’t meant to be.
Cuz we couldn’t work it out, but we’ll work it through.
To carry this burden is something we’ll do.
If you can’t find the magic, you head for the door.
Cuz it would be more tragic to live in this war.
And it’s best to surrender than to hurt anymore.
My sweet heart.
Hang onto me just like a melody, not so easily.
Don’t look back to see all that has happened here,
Though not so clear.
Don’t cry my dear.
It just wasn’t meant to be.
Maybe next Christmas we’ll both be at home
And we’ll mail all the presents and call on the phone.
And we’ll meet in the middle of hello and goodbye.
My sweet heart.
We all have our mysteries and things that don’t last
That blanket our future under our past
And answer the questions we don’t want to ask, like,
Was this right from the start, my sweet heart?’
Hang onto me just like a melody, not so easily.
Don’t look back to see all that has happened here,
Though not so clear.
Don’t cry my dear.
It just wasn’t meant to be.
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Fiction,
released 01 June 2008
Written by Putnam Murdock, Reed Foehl and Collins.
Written by Putnam Murdock, Reed Foehl and Collins.
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Every Thursday night the Centre Streeters would gather in circle in a living room and evoke every damn lost, drunk, and ... more brokenhearted song known to man... in four part harmony of course. Each time brought me closer and closer to the point of knowing no other way of life. My bio is isn't finished, but I've been gifted with humility. Sitting in a circle, playing songs is where the real music exists. less
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