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Lonely - ft Frosty Frost (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)

from THE TERRAN TALE TELLER - (2011) by Rukas

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LONELY HEATHER JONES

INTRO

“It was like she fell through the cracks…
She just seemed to…disappear”
I haven’t seen her in years”

VERSE 1

Where the hell is Mrs Heather Jones?
I know we argued and struggle but are you in trouble? Pick up a telephone!
We got history its simply sad but don’t forget that Heather
We got kids to feed so this thing we have aint over yet I met ya
When I was young, back in our school you wore your hair a bit different
Then you was dumb, acting the fool and always scared of commitment
But now I’m buried thick in scary shit and tryna care for three kids and
Keep living doctors say with therapy things’d be different
Not many things as hard to do as this thing
Are you listening? Growing up I knew a part of you was missing,
Something in your mind was missing true I’m a bum and a dead beat
But this time its different you were the one that left me
Hon you left three kids is you mad? Rose and Adele miss you bad
Joes had twelve stitches thru his back and wishes you were back
Selfish bitches ya’s are all the same…
Thru sickness and health ya’s must think this is all a game!
And now you’re into witchcraft? Aint say’n you pose a threat to Rome
But what about the kids ma? Aint you supposed to set the tone?
I know how you’ve issues, your folks forever moan
Now they miss you its true! And those you never phone
Post a letter home maybe compose a clever poem
A heartfelt apology baby Rose you left alone
Adele’s at college she’s grown don’t know whether you know
Emotions you’ve never shown just shows you’ve never grown
Before we met? You only slept with those blokes that kept ya stoned
In loads ‘a debt so you’d pay those with credit loans
Supposed to be together but now we both’ve separate homes
What goes on inside the head of Heather Jones? Folk’s have never known
Last year she overdosed on methadone
Shed my last tear, knew she was close to death and bones
Last night woke in my bed I froze my breath was cold
It was then, that I saw, the ghost of Heather Jones!

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from THE TERRAN TALE TELLER - (2011), released January 7, 2011
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