Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground

Dead leaves and the dirty ground when i know your not around
Shiny tops and soda pops when i hear your lips make a sound
When i hear your lips make a sound
Thirty notes in the mailbox will tell ya that i'm comin' home
And i think i'm gonna stick around for awhile so your not alone
For awhile so your not alone
If you can hear a piano fall you can hear me comin' down the hall
If i could just hear your pretty voice i don't think i need to see you at all
Don't think i need to see you at all
Soft hair and a velvet tongue i wanna give you what you give to me
And every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me
Is a tiny little gift to me
I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down
Then i come home
No one to wrap my arms around
Wrap my arms around
Well any man with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most
And you know why you love at all if your thinkin' of the holy ghost
If your thinkin' of the holy ghost



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Writer(s): Jack White
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