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Hard To Be A Husband/Hard To Be A Wife (Brad Paisley And Chely Wright) - Brad Paisley

"You wouldn't believe the number of times I've heard somebody say How come some guy, some handsome prince, hasn't swept you away But I take off on that tour bus, a different city every night And doing what"

Portray - Shannon Wright

"What's this That I see Have you turned yourself from thee You are not What you portray Any longer. Well There it is No more comfort Will comfort me You are not What you appear Anymore. Let it not"

Surly Demise - Shannon Wright

"This state it cannot be sound For seeing through The day with fresh eyes Try to lick these bits Back into place These tanks bore there wintry weight To wake to these scraps of morn It bears a stone"

The Hem Around Us - Shannon Wright

"You fiend, you friend, you confidant You hold me against my will I scurry and scant this hectic step You climb adrift this boorish racket This wire, this mane, this coronet You hold me against my"

Throw A Blanket Over The Sun - Shannon Wright

"He throws a blanket over the sun He closes out everyone While she prays, "Don't let him take me. There must be a better way." You will come to me in a dream Rifled of my sorrow or just to ease my pain And"

With Closed Eyes - Shannon Wright

"Your eyes Tarnished gold So crystallized And wise You stood Just like A tender child Whenever you stumble by Your smile Familiar eyes You disturb my sleep I pursue your cheek To posess Whenever we try"

You Hurry Wonder - Shannon Wright

"This frost you stand in It draws on wobbled legs This sway is stabled I gnaw through your gate You sort what I bend You jar me for relief This canter is guided This room I pace You hurry wonder"

You'll Be The Death - Shannon Wright

"When the day is over And it falls into gray Move your body close There changed And could you be the answer For a wretch like me Clasp your hand in mine I must confess You'll be the death... Of me... And"

Floor Pile - Shannon Wright

"I stood inside your pool in some palm setting reel A picture on a screen there sat you and me And i comb the wire for a lock of papier-mache I build a tower for you to portray You let go of my hand"

All These Things - Shannon Wright

"Under the carport that has no spring Cement floors where the creatures ring And your mother she never calls Says you're the cause of all her pain But all these things don't carry camelot Through the"

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