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Paint My Heart White

from Paint My Heart White by Emily Kate Boyd

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I know a thing or two about the history of The Arts
And how to sell to people of wealth
But I steal from convenient store shelves
And I will admit an appetite for hurting myself

And maybe you're apart of it
My plot to dine with masochists,
Scared of doing it right
But i loved you and i can't deny
That seeing your face means making me cry

Oh, I've been praying at night
Find me pure, golden light
If the morning never comes
Wake me from my murdering mind
And paint my heart white

Now I’m sending brave men home
Sealed with shame and bitter cold
I dream of love then drive safely home
Every woman whose lonesome foot roams
Hates the sound of their boots
And the sound of her own

Oh, I've been praying at night
Find me pure, golden light
If the morning never comes
Wake me from my murdering mind
And paint my heart white

The morning cars crank in the drive
The county's low, suburban cry
Crooked tree lean close to my bed
For a taste i have sold my soul red
But the bluebird that sings breaths hope in my head

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from Paint My Heart White, released March 29, 2008
Written by Emily Kate Boyd

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Emily Kate Boyd Chattanooga, Tennessee

Emily Kate Boyd is a singer-songwriter living in Chattanooga, TN.

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