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The Sweetest of Tales from the Bitterest Edge

from the sweetest of tales from the bitterest edge by Beccy Owen

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Avoiding large expanses of grass at night
I know I’d feel better if I could just cry a bit
Autumn worms underneath, ah, dusk leaves overhead
And I’m sinking, thinking ‘this is just how it is’

Along the narrow part of the path I tread
I know I’d feel better if I could just let it out
Oh the sweetest of tales from the bitterest edge
And I’m splintering blinking out tears that are stuck

Can I belong even when I don’t fit?
Must each day revolve around drink?
Higher ways intervene fill me up.
Though what I do aint the good I wanna do.

I amount to a falling and breaking girl
I know I’d deal better with pain if my brain would stop
Rootless legs carry me to your menacing walls
And I’m craving, behaving like a child

Can I belong even when I don’t fit?
Must each day revolve around drink?
Higher ways intervene fill me up.
Though what I do aint the good I wanna do.

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from the sweetest of tales from the bitterest edge, released May 13, 2002

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