Better Man (Apple Music Sessions) - Fancy Hagood & T.J. Osborne

They don't see you the way I do For them, it's black and white For us, it's technicolor Watching eyes on your every move They'll tell you who to be 'cause they don't know the other side The wild in your eyes That thing only you can recognize I'll meet you in the forest I'll meet you where the wild things grow And we can go exploring Underneath the midnight glow Let the darkest of nights ease your mind Free your soul I'll meet you in the forest Let's let this wild thing grow, mmm In your еyes, I see evergreen And fiеlds of marigolds like they go on forever When we're there, you and I are kings There's no one else to please, so darling, don't you ever go Thinking no one cares Just call my name And anytime you're scared I'll meet you in the forest I'll meet you where the wild things grow And we can go exploring Underneath the midnight glow Let the darkest of nights ease your mind Free your soul I'll meet you in the forest Let's let this wild thing grow, mmm It's in your heart, in your mind It's every day, it's every night It's anywhere And everywhere you are Where you are I'll meet you in the forest I'll meet you where the wild things grow I'll meet you in the forest I'll meet you where the wild things grow And we can go exploring Underneath the midnight glow Let the darkest of nights ease your mind Free your soul I'll meet you in the forest Let's let this wild thing grow, grow, mmm, mmm Meet you in the forest I'll meet you in the forest I'll meet you in the forest I'll meet you in the forest I'll meet you in the forest Meet you in the forest Meet you in the forest Meet you in the forest

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Whatever happened to this It was an island of bliss In this ridiculous place But now the river runs black And I don't know the way back I feel it going to waste We are the mongrels Underneath the table Fighting for the leavings Tearing us to shreds We are the mongrels Tearing up the floorboards Unaware of the banquet Up above our heads I reach across the divide I want to take you inside But something's holding me bound There is a thorn in my side That's coming on like a tide These tender feelings do drown We are the mongrels Underneath the table Fighting for the leavings Tearing us to shreds We are the mongrels Tearing up the floorboards Unaware of the banquet Up above our heads This is a chance for the prize It's waiting here in my eyes You hardly look at me now With every beat of my heart I want to make a new start But I don't seem to know how We are the mongrels Underneath the table Fighting for the leavings Tearing us to shreds We are the mongrels Rolling on the floorboards Unaware of the banquet Up above our heads