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WHAT'SOFAVANILLASKYIFITSONMIMYND {[(Verse 1 Empty cup Half-warm latte on the dash You’re humming through a nervous laugh Saying you could leave But not like that Folded map Crushed between the seats and change You trace a line that spells escape Ask me “Do we ever get away?” [Chorus] Vanilla sky Soft and quiet Painted high All our could-have-beens Dripping down the power lines If we drive all night Will the past stay small behind? Say you’ll stay awhile Under this vanilla sky [Verse 2] Old motel Buzzing sign that flickers out You joke about the word “devout” Swear you’re only faithful to your doubts Cheap hotel soap On your wrists and on my hands You say nothing ever goes to plan But somehow we’re exactly where we stand [Chorus] Vanilla sky Soft and quiet Painted high All our could-have-beens Dripping down the power lines If we drive all night Will the past stay small behind? Say you’ll stay awhile Under this vanilla sky [Bridge] Tell me what you’re running from (hey) Name it I won’t turn and run If the morning washes us away For tonight Let everything stay [Chorus] Vanilla sky Soft and quiet Painted high All our could-have-beens Dripping down the power lines If we drive all night Will we still pretend we’re fine? Say you’ll look me in the eyes Under this vanilla sky, yours, Mimi)]} ____________________ __________________ _____________________________ exceptthat you can't look me in thee eyes and what I meant but you can't and if you felt that you would be better than able to get what with it then pull you up a chair and sit in it but you can't. wanted to be majestic like the fir tree tall noble and strong wanted to be magical like the angel sure footed without doubt or shame wanted to be fruitful and bare your fruits like a woman of the Messiah like a woman whom the King crowned my dear the woman is true to her standings without question nor wavering without need to hide herself in fact she is quite the opposite, she shines brightly so that even a long lost one deep into the brush of the wood or the deep darkest depth of the bitter seas and oceans can see her and have hope, a glimmer of hope that is not seen by a fools tale, but by another long lost forgotten soul that was touched. do you know what that takes to be able to fulfill that for any one soul that comes to the light such as she has? no, you do not. nor would you be able to. the woman is real, yea, thee bride is she, and God is the her groom. and marriage is. for if God will take her as His wife. She is the church. are you? Sincerely, Sol. Creedøl from the Reeds. ∆