You Don't Know Me

from by John Fonvielle

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lyrics

You don’t know me
But you think you do
You don’t know me
But you think you do
All this life I’ve been through
You don’t know me
But you think you do

You can’t have me
But you think you will
You can’t have me
But you think you will
If your mind’s set on waiting
You’ll be waiting still
You can’t have me
But you think you will
Maybe I’ll move to Spain
Start all over again
Reinvent myself
You can say you knew me when

All I’ve told
Is true
All I’ve told
Is true
I know better
Than to lie to you
All I’ve told is true

Maybe I’ll go to France
Seek a second chance
Wear scarves and berets
Sit in sidewalk cafes

You don’t owe me
But you think you do
You don’t owe me
But you think you do
All this life we’ve been through
You don’t owe me
But you think you do

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from Rodeo, released October 4, 2015

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John Fonvielle Wilmington, North Carolina

John Fonvielle has played in bands and on records for 40 years. In 2015, he released his first collection of solo work, which reviewers have called "soulfully intense," "uniquely beautiful" and "spare yet expertly layered."

His influences range from Bob Dylan for his melodies and lyrics, to The Band for the musicality, Warren Zevon for his intelligence, and Tom Waits for, well, being Tom Waits.
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