Monopoly - Shawn Colvin

    I don't know what else to do
    I would rather do anything
    Than write this song for you
    And perpetuate this thing
    In my head, in my living room
    With the usual arsenal
    Of broken chords and rusty strings
    To surrender all

    And I don't like to be so weak
    Retreating behind these lines
    The same old tongue-in-cheek
    Regretting that both are mine
    And I don't like to live this way
    This is really true
    But I know better than to pray now
    About what I just have to learn to do
    But imagine the nerve of God
    Letting me let you in
    And I thought I could let you go in grace
    I've gotta think again

    Because right now I would be bought and sold
    To see your face somewhere
    I would sell your sweet soul
    Just to touch your crazy black gold hair
    I don't care what's really real
    I was someone that you'd heard of
    I saw heaven in your eyes
    And we made a deal
    And that's what I know of love

    Music, it never goes
    But I told you I hate that shit
    When people say'well you know
    You got a song out of it'
    But I don't know what else to do
    I would rather be anywhere
    Than here without you

    Marco Giunco
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