Beautiful Curse from Glory by LOST DOG street band

Things I try to lock inside too ugly to bear
Find a seam inside my dream and begin to tear
Through my eyes they come alive and beckon for a stare
In your throat I hit a note for bells above to hear

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The silence weeps for which of us will leave with something worse
Oh, what a beautiful curse

Take me out and put me down I’m dying for a cure
In this room a tortured few feast upon a spur
No sees the artist weep the bounty of his worth
Desperately try to breath and dig until it hurts

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Brother can you shape these hands and teach them how to feel
Something more than how to scorn or burn you in a deal
Who needs games or tempting fate when you know how to steal
I see in you the same old fool I was when things were real

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• Country
• dark
• fingerstyle
• singer-songwriter
• Kentucky