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  1. Emily

From the recording Snapshot of My Soul

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Written and performed by J.P. Clardy
Hippitrain Publishing LLC (ASCAP)
Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by J.P. Clardy & Cassie Bonner
Mastered by The SoundLAB
Production of Hippitrain Media LLC

All Guitars and Vocals by J.P. Clardy

Lyrics:

Her hair's the same everyday. She smokes pot and that's okay.
She'll laugh at almost anything no matter what her mom might say.
But she say's all the right things even when her mind might change.

Emily... Emily...

She acts like a dirty blonde even when there's no clothes on.
I love her sense of right and wrong. It doesn't really last that long.
I kiss her on the stairwell that leads to everlasting song.

Emily... Emily....

She put a peace sign on her car. It doesn't really go that far.
How can you set yourself apart not even knowing who you are?
There's no amount of ice cream that'll ever cover up that scar.

Emily... Emily... Emily...

Her hair's the same every day.

Lyrics

Lyrics:

Her hair's the same everyday. She smokes pot and that's okay.
She'll laugh at almost anything no matter what her mom might say.
But she say's all the right things even when her mind might change.

Emily... Emily...

She acts like a dirty blonde even when there's no clothes on.
I love her sense of right and wrong. It doesn't really last that long.
I kiss her on the stairwell that leads to everlasting song.

Emily... Emily....

She put a peace sign on her car. It doesn't really go that far.
How can you set yourself apart not even knowing who you are?
There's no amount of ice cream that'll ever cover up that scar.

Emily... Emily... Emily...

Her hair's the same every day.

The only limits that exist are the ones we create.