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THE UGLIEST PART

well, it's purple prestorm twilight
on your front porch ivy chapel
the trees are giggling in the wind
and a pregnant moon is rising
your radio's tuned to dreamtime
and I guess I've always known you
and I guess I could've tried harder
to get here a little bit earlier

(chorus)
show me the ugliest part of yourself
the one thing that you always hide
show me the ugliest part of yourself
I wanta love you from the inside
show me the ugliest part of yourself
the nightmare that you never share
show me the ugliest part of yourself
I won't blink I swear


yeah your kitchen's brewing memory
I can smell it all the way back
midnight cornbread and butter
apple cinnamon teenage summer
naked beside the railroad tracks
the first time I ever felt like that
and it still burns a little bit on the tongue
and it makes me want to kiss you now

(chorus)


and I know there must be a scar or two
behind your pure white apron
I wanta hold you til you breathe easy
I wanta help you stare down that demon
yes you touch me my bones are warming
I wanta stay up until the morning
I wanta tell you why I came
I wanta tell you everything

(chorus)

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from THE BLOODKIN COMMUNITY GOSPEL REHAB, released September 29, 2001

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