Time - Hungry Suitcase Lyrics

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(Love stories they end in airports)

Look how hungry that suitcase is

I'm gonna pack my love and chris

I'm a go far away, where the skies are grey

And turn em blue with thoughts of you

And if it rains, I'll water the weeds

Cause I believe anything can succeed

If life give me lemons I'll make meringue pie

I'm still waiting for my train to take me to the sky

Sent her a telegram and said I was gone

Said I'd explain it all in one of my songs

She had to leave me cause I had a job

But if I don't have a job then I don't have money

And with no money there's no food in the stomach

So either way your love life plummets

But that's a lie, she's with me everyday

From the grocery store to where the little kids play

She's on my paper and shes in my pen

She's my lover and my best friend

Sent her a postcard from up the street

Said I'd be gone 40 hours for 52 weeks

I love you, I'm so happy, say it to the mirror

I'm coming home, with my paycheck as a souvenir

I love you, I'm so happy, say it to the mirror

I'm coming home, with freetime as a souvenir

I love you, I'm so happy, say it to the mirror

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I got one love called music

And every time she made me cry

She wrote me a song and apologized

(My suitcase has hearts in it)

I picked out the hearts from all my runts

Filled up my suitcase I'll be gone for months

She was crying ink, I wiped her face with a loose leaf

Fighting my emotions like I was Bruce Lee

Sometimes it takes a loose tooth to see

Everything truthfully

I put the U in truth with a turn

Asked if could buy a vowel as the tires burned

I jumped off the treble clef and opened the D

Double O R to see where she could B

I lifted up her skirt and put my hand on her keys

I hit a couple C notes followed by a G

I tried to put some sunshine in her blue note

But Donald Byrd flew away for new hope

I gotta work but I gotta sing

But I gotta sleep at night cause I'm a human being (bang)

We used to share toothbrushes

Now we share the truth about other crushes

I love it, it's more real than cancer

But it's more faker than a Hollywood dancer

But if it wasn't for her then I wouldn't be alive

And I'd probably have everything stuck inside

She gives me freedom and she gives me pain

But when you mix that with love it's all the same

Every time we break up we grow back stronger

What I call single's just a song to her

I promise I'm a make it, we'll tour the world

Me and my music, you're a women not a girl

(You're a women not a girl)

(My suitcase has hearts in it)

(I'm coming home, with hearts in me)

I got one love called music

And every time she made me cry

She wrote me a song and apologized

(My suitcase has hearts in it)

(You want to know what I respect about women?

It's that they can fall asleep next to a man without

Any lust)

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