Suzanne
Mattaboni
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Songstress
Memory angers like a wasp in the heat
Running through my fingers and between my sheets.
I smear it on my conscience
and scrape it off my feet.
When my mind seems restless
There's a chance we'll meet.
Day slides by like a little surprise...
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"In Memory"
S. Mattaboni
J. Grieco
Suzanne has been singing in theater and with bands for more than 20 years.
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Now and then I take my life in my hands...
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So it's time for me to put my sandals on
Let them scratch across the street.
They leave little scars like Jesus' as they learn to settle on my feet.
And the people roll like traffic cars.
And they never look the same way twice.
The delivery boys hear me talk to myself
Still they whisper I look nice.
And the lights...
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Now and then I take my life in my hands...
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"Most of the Lights"
S. Mattaboni
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Landslide
Glitter in the Air
