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Criminal
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Who Am I
03:39
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Trouble
02:49
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Weatherman
03:50
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Pack Your Bags
04:21
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Echo
03:34
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I Watch You Fall
03:28
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I Couldn't Leave You
04:06
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Because Become
03:48
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A Garden
03:10
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This is the Year
03:50
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This was the year, I learned my body was a boat
And the blood in the water is bubbling under inside my throat
Grief is a pickpocket, don’t see it coming til it left you broke
Oh Grief is a stranger that steals everything that you knew about yourself, about yourself
This was the year, I kept a secret that felt just like a lie
Even when I was sleeping, I lay in a body that I could not recognize
Never’s a long time, so I’ll find a way to make peace with what we did
And I’ll never sing a song to my daughter or a son, ‘cause they’re already dead, already dead
This was the year, I learned the names of my neighborhood birds
And I followed them quietly so as not to frighten their way into the world
Grief is a pickpocket, never see him coming til it left you there for dead
Oh Grief is a stranger that steals everything that you loved about yourself
This was the year that the sky burned around us
And this was the year of the loneliest winter
This was the year that i walked with a shadow
This was the year, this was the year that i learned
To let go.
this was the year
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Eliza Hardy Jones Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
singer of songs. maker of quilts.
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