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Headlights
03:43
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Driving late at night, old songs on the radio
Every single word, they're singing about you
Not a soul for miles around, just the headlights passing by
I don't mind, being lonely sometimes
Every now and then it feels alright
Now I'm running headlong to your door
Like I've done a thousand times before
Now I'm running headlong to your door
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
Pull up at our bar, nothing seems to change
In the flicker of the neon lights, I'll drink away the pain
Take a seat at the end of the bar, I'll keep a place for you
I don't mind, being lonely sometimes
Every now and then it feels alright
Now I'm running headlong to your door
Like I've done a thousand times before
Now I'm running headlong to your door
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
Baby I'm just a fool, shouting shadows at the moon
Everything I've been through, I'm just trying to reach you
Now I'm running headlong to your door
Like I've done a thousand times before
Now I'm running headlong to your door
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
I don't wanna be lonely anymore
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Took a bus to New York, in '67
Left a child behind me, with a loving family
Got to Brooklyn, in my winter coat
Went looking for friends, and a new life I suppose
The first time I saw you, you were sleeping
You looked so beautiful, like an angel from heaven
Just kids
Hungry half the time, pulling dirty pictures out of magazines
Just kids
Reading Rimbaud, you'd say "Patti, play me something I can dance to"
Well Robert, that's just what I'm gonna do
My beautiful boy
We were lovers for a while, friends forever
Everything we had, we shared with each other
Lived at the Chelsea, in that magic time
There's nothing left now, but legends, songs and lies
You took photographs, I used words
We did our best, to be heard
Just kids
Hungry half the time, pulling dirty pictures out of magazines
Just kids
Reading Rimbaud, you'd say "Patti, play me something I can dance to"
Well Robert, that's just what I'm gonna do
My beautiful boy
My beautiful boy
The night you died, I was sleeping
When I woke, I knew that you were gone
Your brother phoned me
To say, he kissed you goodbye one last time, from me
The morning was cold, the TV was on
A woman from long ago, singing a song
Just kids
All grown up now, grey haired and thinking about the old days
Just kids
Reading Rimbaud, you'd say "Patti, play me something I can dance to"
Well Robert, that's just what I'm gonna do
My beautiful boy
My beautiful boy
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Allman Brown London, UK
Allman Brown lives in works in London. He has worked with many talented and lovely people like Paul Herman, Lowell and Ian Barter.
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