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marjorie -w.c. sinclair - marble counters lyrics

[verse 1]
i was too young to remember when my auntie stayed with us
saw my uncle every december, and he’d smell like camel crush
and my dad, he used to lose his temper, take it out on us
but my brother showed me how to turn those feelings into love
to my sister, man, i love her, ’cause she taught me to be tough
and my mother, i can’t give her praise ’cause words just ain’t enough
and i guess that’s wherе i get it from, the cloth, that’s wherе i’m cut
used to tell my grandma everything when i got off the bus
man, that’s love

{bridge]
shh, shh, shh, shh
shh, shh, shh, shh, yeah

{verse 2}
it take a lot of loss to understand the cost of power, and the risk i made when i was marked a coward
bl++dy knuckles, played alone with marble counters, babe won that trip that i had thought was ours
luck had turned, endurance kept the balance, but the set of perks i play with overpowered
my curtains closed, your velvet flowing fabrics while {?] plays on your piano
purple lenses shade of violet flowers, made a old friend underneath the eiffel tower
la machine du moulin rouge, was playing downstairs, til’ my pay was raised and made the main attraction
today i upgraded my only camera, broken iphone x replaced by panasonic
candelabra, filmed, we danced around it conscious as the ghost of christian christmas eve
picture me living without she, feel so weird to think it might be what i need
that type of life progression that don’t try to please, on that flight to sfo, i felt so free
blessed to see a scene of vibrant green, miss the life i lead breakfast mind at ease
with the time invested i might lose my steam, burning bright as ever, i can’t stress a thing
shiny leather corset, italy strings, chorus choir bells heard every night and ring
see the time, and tell it’s time to leave, i can’t decide if i want more of life at peace
{outro]
yeah, that’s up, put that sh+t on my dad up above
velvet curtains, we singing opera with a mask on, holding my blunt til’ it’s up
and i meant what i said off the cuff, put that sh+t on my dad up above
made my way with a cane, all the breath through the tall grass, raised to see [?]
that’s up, yeah, that’s up

- marjorie w c sinclair lyrics

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