The Fire Inside

I know angels listen when you sing
You got your music stand in the corner, your voicemail recordings
Cute hair brush tied to a string
But I know dishes ain’t for stacking in sinks
Wrinkles not for shirts, carpets not for dirt
This tub won’t scrub itself
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Sadie stay steady I’m on your side
But baby when are you gonna learn?
Now is not the time for the fire inside
To come out and burn
I know you been sleeping with open eyes
Your demo tape topped the household charts
In your coffeeshop show you looked real nice
I know you been staring at a picture of old
I must’ve looked different, I must’ve looked younger
Because I heard you whisper «where did he go?»
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I heard there’s somebody new at your door
Well I bet he’s younger, but I do wonder
Why you don’t sing anymore
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