Acorde de Jackson Square - Mason Jennings

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dust cloud coming off an old dirt road


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that leads up here to this little graveyard


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seven lights in a perfect row


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under each light is a police car


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just because you say it doesn't make it true


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you can say that I'm guilty, man i just don't care


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you can run my body black


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just don't make me go back to Jackson Square











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i met you on Decatur street


with your little bare feet and you violin


i was walking by with my guitar in my hand


you smiled at me and i jumped right in


before i knew it you were all i knew


every moment together was an answered prayer


after a while we had some money saved up


and we rented a room over Jackson Square





but one day everything changed


your eyes got strange you didn't seem yourself


you go to tell a story and you start out fine


half way through it you'd be somewhere else


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and i started having the strangest dream


i held a string and looked up in the air


and you were glowing with the strangest light


drifting out of sight over Jackson square





life is something that you can't control


when you try to hold on to it, it makes you let go


things are not like they were before


i can hear her crying through the bathroom door


she says she hears spirits all around the room


and they're telling her things that make her feel scared


i have no idea what to do


before were in over our heads on Jackson Square





i woke up with the weight on my chest


people were screaming on the street below


i reached for you, i was alone in the bed


the wind was blowing through an open window


and suddenly i was very old, and a little bold


absolutely nowhere


staring at the side of the universe


and your tiny body down on Jackson Square





and don't tell me that there ain't no end


there damn well is and it waits in the wings


i see you kneeling there at center stage


in your tiny cage made of angel wings


well I'm here every night


loading my gun and trying not to go there


anyone who says that life is clear


has never seen a mirror


or been to Jackson Square