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• Artiste: Tim Kasher
• Titre: Strays
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I've been thinking I should write some kinda lovesong for you To prove to you I do It shouldn't be too hard to write I'll just think of that time I first met you in Omaha You were stranded on Jackson with a bus fare to who knows where I took you in right then and there And life took on a new form No more staying out all night No more killing ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright No more sleeping with strangers and those awkward goodbyes I've never had much family never had too many friends Then you came wandering through And pompously I took you for granted That's why I gotta write this little, this little love song for you I'll sing about those Denver mornings you'd wake up bawling about a long lost kid Your maternal instincts were kicking in As the sun dazzled bright above the peaks You brought home a dog you found in the alley You said "Can't we keep her?" I said "What kinda man would I be?" So you bought her a collar and called her family Writers are selfish Writers are egotists I'm afraid I'm as bad as it gets I keep forgetting to censor the truth That why I better write some kinda, some kinda love song for you I'm driving cross country in a U-Haul On the hunt for our new home High atop Eagle Rock We found a house with a big backyard So we picked up yet another mutt From the Crenshaw pound Sipping coffee on the porch while the dogs wrestle on the lawn I'm sorry I've had my doubts We're a family of strays but together we've been found We're a family of strays but together we've been found Ahhh oohh ahhh oh oh