Date: Fri, 10 Oct 1997 11:15:34 +0100
From: Sam Hollis
Subject: little sister by Jewel
Little Sister
By Jewel
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Continue picking throughout rest of tune
Hey little sister I heard you went to mister so-on-so
knock, knock, knocking on his door again last night
said you needed it bad you know that ain’t right
There’s so many times you’ve come to me cry crying
trying to stop you said it hurts so bad but please don’t let you
go back for more
My little sister is a zombie in a body
With no Soul at all she has learned to play
in a world today where nothing else matters
But it matters got to start feeding
our souls and our addictions or afflictions of pain
to avoid the same questions we must ask ourselves to get any answers
Got to start feeding
Our souls have been lost to the millions of???
who feed off addictions sellings pills and whats hot
and I wish I could stay but from all their delutions
all the confusions yeah yeah
of a nation that starves for salvation
but clothing is the closest approxamation
the God and he only knows that drugs are only no where love
Everyday we starve while we eat white bread and a beer
instead of a handshake or hug
we fill the pills and sweep them under the rug
My little sisters a zombie in a body with no soul she has
learned to play in a world today where nothing else matters
but it matters got to start feeding our so—-u——ls
Hey little sister I heard you went to mister so-on-so
knock, knock, knocking on his door again last night
said you needed More
tabbed by Sam Hollis
Sam Hollis [email protected]
«The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye,
The story of love is just hello and goodbye,
untill we meet again» — Jimi Hendrix’s last poem
