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Cake Bake Betty Lyrics


And every time we have to Part
I sit and shoot the doves in my back yard
i dig a hole in search of kites
i lose my grip oh how that string it bites

and the dogs they dip my feet
they make me watch the girls the dancing queens
i am not the one to blame
i am not the horse in this here game
i found the broom
i found the crease
the water's warm
hot with disease an untimely demise
im still watching the world through your eyes
your insides were never my size

in the car
in the drive home

i wrote your letters
i knew your name
i wrote your letters
i knew your name
i wrote your letters
i knew your name
i wrote your letters
i know your name

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CBB is Lindsay Powell, a multi-instrumental singer-songwriter from Millstone Township, New Jersey. Her other musical projects include Festival (with her sister Lex on Language of Stone Records) and Skyblazer (with the boys of JEFF on Infinity Cat Recordings). CBB uses piano, violins, synthesizers, and everything in-between to craft original songs which are sometimes quirky, sometimes deeply emotional, but all with an undeniable endearing quality. Read Full BioCBB is Lindsay Powell, a multi-instrumental singer-songwriter from Millstone Township, New Jersey. Her other musical projects include Festival (with her sister Lex on Language of Stone Records) and Skyblazer (with the boys of JEFF on Infinity Cat Recordings). CBB uses piano, violins, synthesizers, and everything in-between to craft original songs which are sometimes quirky, sometimes deeply emotional, but all with an undeniable endearing quality. The debut album Songs About Teeth was released in 2006, the follow-up release To The Dark Tower in 2008, both on Infinity Cat Recordings.

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steadie

lovely!!!

tally hal

And every time we have to Part
I sit and shoot the doves in my back yard
I dig a hole in search of kites
I lose my grip oh how that string it bites

And the dogs they dip my feet
They make me watch the girls the dancing queens
I am not the one to blame
I am not the horse in this here game

I found the broom
I found the crease
The water's warm
Hot with disease an untimely demise
Im still watching the world through your eyes
Your insides were never my size

In the car
In the drive home

I wrote your letters
I knew your name
I wrote your letters
I knew your name
I wrote your letters
I knew your name
I wrote your letters
I know your name

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