Thursday’s Child

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Aoife O’Donovan - Pop

Thursday’s Child

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[Verse 1] I got nothing to hide I'm as naked as the day I was born In November and you know what they say Thursday's child has far to go, don't I know [Verse 2] I got far to go, should I leave you behind And drive to Alaska on Saturday night These four walls around me are keeping out the light [Verse 3] No one's riding shotgun, I'm driving alone I can turn up the music and do whatever I want When I get to the border, put a quarter in a payphone [Chorus] Oh, my tyranny's gonna crumble And so, sit next to me and fumble with the buttons on my dress What do you want to be? I wanna be a poet [Verse 4] To get down on my knees and unplug your drain I feel an ache in my bones every time that it rains And when I look up at the sun and the sky, I tell time [Verse 5] If something is leaking, just give me a call There's a tear on your cheek, there's a crack in the wall I can soak up the water with the folds of my black shawl [Chorus] Oh, my tyranny's gonna crumble And so, sit next to me and fumble with the buttons on my dress What do you want to do? I wanna watch you stumble [Verse 6] Stumble through this fertile land In your pocket are both my hands When you get to the other side The northern lights and a blanket of white [Verse 7] I wanted to be a singer, so I grew my hair long I needed a guitar slinger to push me along To fill out my verse and my chorus with a baritone [Verse 8] I got nothing to hide, I'm laying it out there Take it or leave it, you can figure it out "Thursday's child has far to go," I'm gonna shout [Outro] Oh, my tyranny's gonna crumble And so, sit next to me and fumble with the buttons on my dress Buttons on my Buttons on my dress

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  • Aoife O’Donovan