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Josephine

from Summer Songs by Andrew Whipple

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Making songs out of inkblots and stomachs of gin
Sing ill-fated dreams to the stars at 2:30 AM
All I want is to sing slowly and only to you
I sit, the proud and the lonely, bleeding the truth

Pour a drink for tonight, strike a match for the promised land
Red wine, coffee, and cigarettes curled up in our hands
Breathe me in, bleed me dry, that's what we call romance
Josephine, promise me you won't make any plans

Cut my teeth on the diamonds that litter your tongue
Tried to see through the fumes of your smoking gun
A sad song's best for winter, but now we're in spring
So what's left for us but the sound of the telephone ring

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from Summer Songs, released April 22, 2014

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