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DescriptionTo Be Without You | Ryan Adams | 2017 \nFrom the album Prisoner - 2017 \n \nTo Be Without You [For William Alastair] \n \nIt's so hard to be without you \nLying in the bed, you are so much to be without \nRattles in my head, that empty drum filled with doubt \nEverything you lose, the wisdom will find its way out \nEvery night is lonesome and is longer than before \nNothing really matters anymore \n \nIt's so hard to be without you \nUsed to feel so angry, and now only I feel humble \nStinging from the storm inside my ribs where it thunders \nNothing left to say or really even wonder \nWe are like a book and every page is so torn \nNothing really matters anymore \n \nIt's so hard not to call you \nThunders in my bones out on the streets where I first saw you \nWhen everything was new and colourful, it's gotten darker \nEvery day's a lesson, things were brighter before \nNothing really matters anymore \n \nIt's so hard to be without you \nEveryday I find another little thread of silver \nWaiting for me when I wake, some place on the pillow \nAnd then I see the empty space beside me and remember \nI feel empty, I feel tired, I feel worn \nNothing really matters anymore \n \nRyan David Adams
DescriptionTo Be Without You | Ryan Adams | 2017 \nFrom the album Prisoner - 2017 \n \nTo Be Without You [For William Alastair] \n \nIt's so hard to be without you \nLying in the bed, you are so much to be without \nRattles in my head, that empty drum filled with doubt \nEverything you lose, the wisdom will find its way out \nEvery night is lonesome and is longer than before \nNothing really matters anymore \n \nIt's so hard to be without you \nUsed to feel so angry, and now only I feel humble \nStinging from the storm inside my ribs where it thunders \nNothing left to say or really even wonder \nWe are like a book and every page is so torn \nNothing really matters anymore \n \nIt's so hard not to call you \nThunders in my bones out on the streets where I first saw you \nWhen everything was new and colourful, it's gotten darker \nEvery day's a lesson, things were brighter before \nNothing really matters anymore \n \nIt's so hard to be without you \nEveryday I find another little thread of silver \nWaiting for me when I wake, some place on the pillow \nAnd then I see the empty space beside me and remember \nI feel empty, I feel tired, I feel worn \nNothing really matters anymore \n \nRyan David Adams
