Jealousy

Bartees Strange

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(Cut out my anger)
Cut out all that I believe, that hole in me, my friend
You would call me
Your voice would float through the trees
(Cut out my anger)
You’d talk of your needs
(Cut out my)
And I’d listen, for remnants of me
(Cut out my anger)
And when you’d call me, your voice would ease
All the pain I feel, (cut out my anger,) on me
So I, hide from the thieves
There wandering eyes, hungry hearts that need pain to lead
Oh, yeah, come to a place where everything’s everything