Tavoris Cloud Lyrics - Live At Biko - Mark Kozelek

I miss my afternoon naps 

My kitty cat sleeping on my lap 

But she died August two-thousand eleven 

Just got back from Norway 

When she slipped off to kitty heaven 

Last night I had to laugh out loud 

When Hopkins beat Tavoris Cloud 

At the age of forty-eight 

No fighter ever was that great 

This morning I woke up at nine 

Your body pressed hard against mine 

And my mind began to race 

With all the business on my plate 

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This morning I woke up at nine 

Your body pressed hard against mine 

And I felt grateful for your love 

And I felt grateful for your love 

At the age of forty-six 

I'm still one fucked up little kid 

Who cannot figure anything out 

Who gets upset and stomps and pouts 

At the age of forty-six 

I'm still one fucked up little kid 

Who has my fears and has my doubts 

Who has my challenges and bouts 

And though I moved out here I know 

I'm still that kid from Ohio 

Who still has hopes and still has dreams 

Who has not learned a fucking thing 

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And though I moved out here I know 

I'm still that kid from Ohio 

Who's living in a world 

I'm still getting to know 

Two-thousand twelve last July 

Every night for a week I cried and cried 

When I got the news that my old friend 

Tim Mooney died 

My heart dropped dead 

My mind it spun 

Thinking about the times 

When we were younger 

And how my band looked up to Tim 

And all the guys that played with him 

Sometimes I still cannot believe 

Tim Mooney he died at fifty-three 

He seemed to be much stronger 

He was too young to up and leave 

Sometimes I still cannot believe 

Tim Mooney he died at fifty-three 

There in Petaluma in his kitchen 

Oh how his wife and kids miss him 

And at the age of forty-six 

I'm still one fucked up little kid 

Who grew up in the sticks 

Whose bad habits I can't kick 

And at the age of forty-six 

I'm still one fucked up little kid 

Who grew up in the sticks 

Who has my hang-ups and my tics 

And though I moved out here I know 

I'm still that kid from Ohio 

Still digging for something 

For what I don't know 

And though I moved out here I know 

I'm still that kid from Ohio 

Still searching for something