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The Light

by Grace Givertz

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1.
The Light 02:54
My blood comes from a scab I picked too early And my sweat comes from Global warming in February My tears flow freely for the life I could've had, I should've had I just wanna feel again I just wanna be, be, be, be, be Be, be, be, be again Maybe the light at the end of The tunnel is just a train I gotta face head on see if I If I come out standing The problem with trying too hard Is that you didn't try hard enough Not to try at all They want you to need them Til' you do and then you're needy I just wanna live again I just wanna breathe, breathe, breathe Breathe, breathe, breathe Breathe, breathe, breathe again Maybe the light at the end of The tunnel is just a train I gotta face head on see if I If I come out standing
2.
If we had met in another life I wonder if I would be the one That you're holding tonight Was it easier when things were pure And intentions were in sight I wanna believe that I've always Been right about you Because I don't think I Could ever forget about you I reckon had I not been so frightened Of how far I had fallen It would've manifested into affection for you I wonder how much of that you knew How badly I wanted you How badly I, I still do yeah How could I be more obvious How could you be so oblivious It's been a few weeks We're friends, that's fine I'll move on cause you already have Am I a masochist for wanting to Know her name, know her face Know exactly what she did for you That I didn't do but I Swear to god I wanted to In this life, I am not your girl I am not your girl I am not your girl
3.
Apollo's Son 03:46
You have a nice nose I think it would look good Pressed up against the Windows of my heart You have long hair It reminds me of a wave Blowing in the wind And right into my face You smell like vanilla On a cold Tuesday You have the same shoes As my dad but he threw them away I wanna hold your hand I wanna write our names in the sand Or carve them in a tree You might be the only one for me You have a nice face Very smooth and pristine I'd like to kiss it ever so sweet Under a tree You're like a little puppy But I'm scared of your teeth And what would happen If you sunk them into me I wanna hold your hand I wanna write our names in the sand Or carve them in a tree You might be the only one for me The only one for me I'm a small girl, I like to write songs About the boys who like to string me along But you're not a boy, you're Apollo's son You can't be matched by simply anyone Oh I wanna hold your hand Oh I wanna write our names in the sand Or carve them in a tree You might be the only one for me
4.
I'm witty, good company I'm as pretty as a pillar of salt If I look back, who will I see Staring back at me Samson said to Delilah Do you wanna come over I think I'm falling for ya His strength couldn't Outsmart her scissors So she cut him down The smartest players are winners I'm silly, not willing To be the one that you hold on the side I, I'm trying not to try David, the boy who slayed Goliath Had nothing but luck And pretty good aim The smallest ones will always triumph Until they lie in the bed of sin That they made La la la la la la la La la la la la la
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We met on a Saturday It was just like any other Saturday Except it was the day I was born Took me to church on a Sunday It was just like any other Sunday Except it was the day That I found the lord They say you don't wanna be Your father's daughter But he's kind, even if he Doesn't take care of my mother And I know that times are tough And he's just down on his luck But I guess we'll have to wait Until tomorrow We planted seeds on a Monday It was just like any other Monday Except it was the day I found The patience to grow Those seeds sprouted on a Wednesday It was the day that the gardener came And cut down everything we'd grown to know They say you don't wanna be Your father's daughter But he's able, even if he Doesn't provide for his daughters And I know that times are tough And he's just down on his luck But I guess we'll have to wait Until tomorrow, tomorrow We'll wait til tomorrow ooh We lost our house on a Thursday It was just like any other Thursday Because we'd lost our house One too many times before I got paid on a Friday It was just like any other Friday Except it was the day that I walked out the door I say, I'm still proud to be My father's daughter Without him, I don't know How I could've end up any stronger I love his whole heart But with our time apart I hope he learns to be His daughter's father

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released October 13, 2017

Vocals, guitar, banjo, ukulele, harmonica, and foot tambourine performed by Grace Givertz.

Lyrics and music by Grace Givertz.

Produced and mixed by Jessie Jolly Brown.

Engineered and mastered by Sasha Stroud of Artifact Audio.

Recorded at The Record Company in Boston, MA.

Album photo by Liv Baxter and art by Grace Givertz.

Emotional support by Purry Givertz.

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Grace Givertz Boston, Massachusetts

Grace Givertz is a Boston based indie folk singer songwriter. With a large voice packed into a tiny body, Grace pairs her witty and honest lyrics with various instruments to bring a refreshing sound to folk.

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