Song | Revelator |
Artist | Allison Moorer |
Album | Mockingbird |
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Allison Moorer – Revelator | |
Darling remember from when you come to me | |
That Im the pretender, | |
I'm not what I'm supposed to be | |
But who could know, lf I'm a traitor? | |
Times the revelator, revelator | |
They caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride | |
The fortune lady came along she walked beside, | |
But every word seemed to date her | |
Times the revelator, the revelator | |
Up in the morning up and on the ride. | |
I drive in to corning and all the spindles whine | |
And ever day is getting straighter | |
Times the revelator the revelator | |
Leaving the valley and ****ing out of sight | |
I'll go back to Cali where I can sleep out every night | |
And watch the waves and move the fader | |
Queen of fakes and Imitators | |
Times the revelator |
Allison Moorer Revelator | |
Darling remember from when you come to me | |
That Im the pretender, | |
I' m not what I' m supposed to be | |
But who could know, lf I' m a traitor? | |
Times the revelator, revelator | |
They caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride | |
The fortune lady came along she walked beside, | |
But every word seemed to date her | |
Times the revelator, the revelator | |
Up in the morning up and on the ride. | |
I drive in to corning and all the spindles whine | |
And ever day is getting straighter | |
Times the revelator the revelator | |
Leaving the valley and ing out of sight | |
I' ll go back to Cali where I can sleep out every night | |
And watch the waves and move the fader | |
Queen of fakes and Imitators | |
Times the revelator |
Allison Moorer Revelator | |
Darling remember from when you come to me | |
That Im the pretender, | |
I' m not what I' m supposed to be | |
But who could know, lf I' m a traitor? | |
Times the revelator, revelator | |
They caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride | |
The fortune lady came along she walked beside, | |
But every word seemed to date her | |
Times the revelator, the revelator | |
Up in the morning up and on the ride. | |
I drive in to corning and all the spindles whine | |
And ever day is getting straighter | |
Times the revelator the revelator | |
Leaving the valley and ing out of sight | |
I' ll go back to Cali where I can sleep out every night | |
And watch the waves and move the fader | |
Queen of fakes and Imitators | |
Times the revelator |