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Cleopatra – The Lumineers

I was Cleopatra, I was young and an actress
When you knelt by my mattress, and asked for my hand
But I was sad you asked it, as I laid in a black dress
With my father in a casket, I had no plans

And I left the footprints, the mud stained on the carpet
And it hardened like my heart did when you left town
But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant
Damn your wife, I’d be your mistress just to have you around

But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life
And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I’ll be on time

While the church discouraged, any lust that burned within me
Yes my flesh, it was my currency, but I held true
So I drive a taxi, and the traffic distracts me
From the strangers in my backseat, they remind me of you

But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life
And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I’ll be on time

And the only gifts from my Lord were a birth and a divorce
But I’ve read this script and the costume fits, so I’ll play my part

I was Cleopatra, I was taller than the rafters
But that’s all in the past now, gone with the wind
Now a nurse in white shoes leads me back to my guestroom
It’s a bed and a bathroom
and a place for the end

I won’t be late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life
And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I’ll be on time

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Darlene – The Lumineers

Just wake up, I shouted
There’s some blood, around the-
Clean it up, it’s okay
Go get help, it’s okay
I’m too young and now it’s,
It’s gone numb around me
Ambulance in driveway
Speeding up the highway

Suits were made for men, not boys
And this faith that we fake is a choice

I don’t wanna go
I don’t wanna go
If it means goodbye
And I don’t wanna see
I don’t wanna be there
If it’s the last time

Hold my brother’s hand
And I’m his mother standing
In a sudden panic
Like a drugless addict

It’s too late, the moment
When it runs you over
No one’s safe, I need her
No one say it’s over

Suits were made for men, not boys
So leave me alone
And this faith that we fake is a choice
So take me (home)

I don’t wanna go
And I don’t wanna go
If it means goodbye
And I don’t wanna go
I don’t wanna see her
If it’s the last time

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Everyone Requires a Plan – The Lumineers

He whispers secrets through a thick mustache
And she listens to him flicks her cigarette’s ash
And smoke hangs velvet curtains, and hides her lips
And she hopes to hell it’s worth all her health risks

I know it was you
I know it was you

Cause everyone requires a plan
I can give you
It’s all been a sleight of hand

I know it was you
I know it was you

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Boots of Spanish Leather – The Lumineers

Oh I’m sailin’ away my own true love
I’m sailin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing ?

No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean.

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona ?

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’.

That I might be gone a long time
And it’s only that I’m askin’
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin’ ?

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow.

I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin’
Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again
It depends on how I’m a-feelin’.

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is roarmin’
I’m sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin’.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.

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