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Lyrics
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She was an unmade bed
But that didn’t stop me from jumpin’ in
And lying there so comfortably
All the time I could barely see
My own reflection in her eyes
Me the half empty glass
Waiting for my ship to pass
Then running after from behind
Contemplating all the time
I’ve spent in search of my muse
I tried to run / I tried to write my way
In to that empty book the story of your love for me
(loving me)
One to relieve the pain
Take two to relive it all again
Three days to recover
from one night with a thoughtless lover
who won’t be coming back this time
she’s still the unmade bed
I’m broken glass that’s been swept away
by the broom in the corner
I got smashed trying to warn her
Of self-fulfilling tragedy
I tried to run / I tried to write my way
In to that empty book that you mistook for poetry
You mistook for lovin’ me
© Emmettunes 2004
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: Jay Moran
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Music Credits: Jay Moran
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Producer Credits: Jay Moran
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Performance Credits: Jay Moran - all instruments
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Label Credits: unsigned
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Description
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Short Song Description:
my girlfriend the poet with the empty book
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Metadata
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Song Length: 4:05
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Primary Genre: Pop-Rock
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Secondary Genre: Electronic-Electronica
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Tempo: Slow (71 - 90)
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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Subject Matter 1: Girlfriend, Wife
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Subject Matter 2: Sadness
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Mood 1: Cheerless
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Language: English
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Era: 2000 and later
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