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letra de thursday's child - aoife o´donovan

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i got nothing to hide
i’m as naked as the day i was born
in november and you know all what they say
thursday’s child has far to go, don’t i know

i got far to go, should i leave you behind
and drive to alaska on sat-rday night
these four walls around me are keeping out the light

no one’s riding shotgun, i’m driving alone
i can turn up the music and do whatever i want
when i get to the border, put a quarter a payphone

oh, my tyranny’s gonna crumble
and so, sit next to me and fumble with the b-ttons on my dress
what do you want to be?
i want to be a poet

to get down on my knees and unplug your drain
i feel an ache in my bones every time that it rains
and when i look up at the sun and the sky i tell time

if something is leaking, just give me a call
there’s a tear on your cheek, there’s a crack in the wall
i can soak up the water with the folds of my black shawl

oh, my tyranny’s gonna crumble
and so, sit next to me and fumble with the b-ttons on my dress
what do you want to do?
i want to watch you stumble

stumble through this fertile land
in your pocket are both my hands
when you get to the other side, the northern lights and a blanket of white

i wanted to be a singer, so i grew my hair long
i needed a guitar slinger to push me along
to fill out my verse and my chorus with a baritone

i got nothing to hide, i’m laying it out there
take it or leave it, you can figure it out
“thursday’s child has far to go, ” i’m gonna shout

oh, my tyranny’s gonna crumble
and so, sit next to me and fumble with the b-ttons on my dress
b-ttons on my
b-ttons on my dress

- aoife o´donovan

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