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Lirieke: Tift Merritt. Hopes Too High.

Listen baby, I won?t leave no trace
Gonna light out of here for some cleaner place
I?ll be sitting in the backseat with my hair in my face
Then gone fast as freedom on good wind

If I got my hopes too high, this is no easy kind of life
I see it in my mind?s eye, touch me real as daytime
I can?t keep from trying

No place to run for a girl like me
Whole lot of used to?s and supposed to be?s
I wanna burn like August, shine like gold dust
Where everyday living can?t hold me

If I got my hopes too high, this is no easy kind of life
I see it in my mind?s eye, touch me real as daytime
I can?t keep from trying

So when I reach for you from some way down place
Don?t be a stranger who won?t show his face
I got no promise but these words I say
I carry you, you carry me

If I got my hopes too high, this is no easy kind of life
I see it in my mind?s eye, touch me real as daytime
I can?t keep from trying

I see it in my mind?s eye, touch me real as daytime
I can?t keep from trying