Amanda Anne Platt — Clean Slate
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Tonight I′d like to do some drinking
the kind I don't do anymore
the kind with no end and no beginning
like stepping through one of life′s little side doors
With all the innocence of children
with all the careless wrath of war
it's our own mystery we're killing
and we may never ever know what for
Baby you might be the bluest bird
this side of highway 17
I know there′s more to you than what you mean to me
I wish to God that we could talk about it
maybe it doesn′t have to be this way
but then again maybe this could be your clean slate
I know you feel it when the wind blows
but you won't let nobody near
I see you sitting by the window
you close your eyes and we all disappear
And there is nothing more there is nothing more that I can do
but there is music, there is music in the missing you
Baby you might be the bluest bird
this side of highway 17
I know there′s more to you than what you mean to me
I wish to God that we could talk about it
maybe it doesn't have to be this way
but then again maybe this could be your clean slate
Writer(s): Amanda Anne Martin
the kind I don't do anymore
the kind with no end and no beginning
like stepping through one of life′s little side doors
With all the innocence of children
with all the careless wrath of war
it's our own mystery we're killing
and we may never ever know what for
Baby you might be the bluest bird
this side of highway 17
I know there′s more to you than what you mean to me
I wish to God that we could talk about it
maybe it doesn′t have to be this way
but then again maybe this could be your clean slate
I know you feel it when the wind blows
but you won't let nobody near
I see you sitting by the window
you close your eyes and we all disappear
And there is nothing more there is nothing more that I can do
but there is music, there is music in the missing you
Baby you might be the bluest bird
this side of highway 17
I know there′s more to you than what you mean to me
I wish to God that we could talk about it
maybe it doesn't have to be this way
but then again maybe this could be your clean slate
Writer(s): Amanda Anne Martin
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