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New Skin
02:38
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Let's get out the habit of feelin' blue, I get down on my knees sing my heat out to you, we rock by the fire 'till our cares burn away and get new skin
give me new skin
when I'm fallin' like the last breath from the tallest tree, when none of them old birds are singin' to me when I'm wet like teenage eyes at homecoming, I need new skin
give me new skin
give me some of that cherry on top, when I'm low help me climb up them stairs, dress me ridiculous take lot's a pictures get drunk and then cut off my hair, chain me to fun if you must baby I trust that you know it all better than me, push my face to that pillow of laughter you do it so effortlessly
Well the boat has been sinkin' for a long time now, and it's only the bravest who dare to swim out, the lifeboats are headed for home with no captains and we're starin' into the sunset trying to figure what happened, we need new skin, give me new skin
when the whiskey and women hide you in plain sight, when there 'aint no more rules so it aint a fair fight, when I got nothin' baby to give ya but the rest of my life, I need new skin, give me new skin
give me some of that cherry on top, when I'm low help me climb up them stairs, give me a thousand big dreams with your eyes and then kiss me in front of who cares, give me that carnival ride 'cause I let you inside and the fun house don't let you out easy, push my face in that pillow of laughter you do it so effortlessly
Now I know what you're waiting for, for the sun to sink into them trees but you know that you've never wanted my more, so kiss me before we get new skin, give me new skin, new skin
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All The Way In
02:14
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I got all I need I don't need no more I knew that happy ever after would follow this cold war there 'ain't no guarantee your reflection's all you see I caught you writin' phoney letters in front of our t.v.
so take your chance at dawn baby put your dancin' shoes on ain't no more who did what to who and who's wrong, but the fight is long I'm gonna roll up my sleeves push my face into the grease up to the elbows with me maybe shoulders maybe bees knees I'm gonna get all the way in this time all the way in this time all the way in your heart beats sick but your body's fine
Take that white sheet off the bed cut up two holes for the head you didn't see that I was dyin' till I was already good and dead and now I'm floating by singin' on high the angels will protect me at least that's my alibi
So take your chance at dawn baby put them dancin' shoes on ain't no more who did what to who and who's wrong but the fight is long I'm gonna roll up my sleeves push my face into the grease up to the elbows with me maybe shoulders maybe bees knees I'm gonna get all the way in this time all the way in this time all the way in your heart beats sick but your body's fine
Put on your make-up step into the light just another show girl dancin' for your penny's at the edge of the stage where it ain't so bright gonna fill up your eyes till they break like the levies
So take your chance at dawn baby put them dancin' shoes on ain't no more who did what to who and who's wrong but the fight is long I'm gonna roll up my sleeves push my face into the grease up to the elbows with me maybe shoulders maybe bees knees I'm gonna get all the way in this time all the way in this time all the way in your body's sick but your hear beats fine
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Wherever You Go
04:33
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Your Garden Now
02:52
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Spin The Room
04:29
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Kate Brown Los Angeles, California
Mesmerizing narratives and a charismatic command of the stage are essential facets in the vivid artistry of singer- songwriter Kate Brown. Envisioning lyrics and music, touring, acting and now raising a new kind of family—all of these touchstones crystallize into compelling country-rock songs and shape shifting performances. ... more
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