Song Title: Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground

Dead leaves and the dirty ground,
When I know you're not around.
Shiny tops and soda pops,
When I hear your lips make a sound.
When I hear your lips make a sound.

Thirty notes in the mailbox,
Will tell you that I'm coming home.
And I think I'm gonna stick around,
For a while so you're not alone.
For a while so you're not alone.

If you can hear a piano fall,
You can hear me coming down the hall.
If I could just hear your pretty voice,
I don't think I need to see at all.
I don't think I need to see at all.

Soft hair and a velvet tongue,
I want to give you what you give to me.
And every breath that is in your lungs,
Is a tiny little gift to me.
Is a tiny little gift to me.

I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down,
Then I come home, no one to wrap my arms around.
Wraps my arms around.

Well, any man with a microphone,
Can tell you what he loves the most.
And you know why you love at all,
If you're thinking of the holy ghost.
If you're thinking of the holy ghost.

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