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Artist:Ryan Adams  Album:Wednesdays  Writer:Ryan Adams  Composer:Ryan Adams  Release Year:2020 

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This church is a mess, jackets and crutches Clutch pearls and buckets of ice Dyed cotton candy, blonde lady does the honours In a deuce in all the family who fights And the sunlight of late afternoon Leans across the altar till it slaps the groom The flowers we gathered in ribbons of blue Clutched tight to her chest in her room And the band played Christ Is Risen Today While everybody waits 'Cause nobody knows who they really are To the stranded in Coronado trashed at the bar Till the wind carries all of the things you love most Long loose strings tangled in the trees Woman, your silence brought me on my knees Where I needed to be Your hair smells of lilac, roses and cinnamon And waves moving slow across the rocks Humid and heavy, clouds of salt water Rusted the hands off the clocks And I smoke cigarettes in the heat Watching Flamingos from the hotel balcony My head was on fire and the bartenders knew Written on the wall, in cursive, "We're through." And the band played The Safety Dance as I cried In the taxi alone Cause nobody knows that they are the fool Stranded in Coronado, drunk at the pool 'Till the drinks carries off the burden at cost To let go of things you already lost Woman, your silence brought me on my knees Where I needed to be Woman, your silence brought me to my knees Where I needed to be The highway was empty, we speeded on safely

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