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Oh he deals em off,... off the top,... ties em off,... Fills it up,... with his past,... gets carried away,... Oh half his life,... a hand me down,... wasted away,... Oh he fills it up,... with the love,... of a girl. He left it alone,... drilled the pain,... money to buy,... How he makes his getaway,... How he makes his getaway,... Oh he chose a path,... heavy the fall,... quarter to four,... Fills his night,... with the thought,... of a girl,... How he makes his getaway,... How he makes his getaway,... How he makes his getaway,... |
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| 2. |
| 4:19 |
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Clouds roll by
Kneeling is what they say or is it just my way Wind blows by low light sidetracked low light Can't see my tracks your scent way back Can I be here all alone clear a path to my home Blood runs dry Books and jealousy tell me wrong I will feel calm Poise blows by low light car crash low light Can wear my mask your first my last Voice goes by Two birds is what they'll see getting lost upon their way Wind rolls by low light eye sight low light I need the light I'll find my way from wrong What's real the dream I see |
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| 3. |
| 4:49 |
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I have not been home since you left long ago
I'm thumbing my way back to heaven counting steps walking backwards on the road I'm counting my way back to heaven I can't be free with what's locked inside of me if there was a key, you took it in your hand there's no wrong or right but I'm sure there's good and bad the questions linger overhead no matter how cold the winter there's a springtime ahead I'm thumbing my way back to heaven I wish that I could hold you I wish that I had thinking 'bout heaven I let go of a rope thinking that's what held me back and in time I've realized it's now wrapped around my neck I can't see what's next from this lonely overpass hang my head and count my steps as another car goes past all the rusted signs we ignore throughout our lives choosing the shiny ones instead I turned my back now there's no turning back no matter how cold the winter there's a springtime ahead I smile, but who am I kidding I'm just walking the miles every once in a while I'll get a ride I'm thumbing my way back to heaven thumbing my way back to heaven I'm thumbing my way back to heaven |
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| 4. |
| 4:26 |
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There's a light, when my baby's in my arms.
There's a light, when the window shades are drawn. Hesitate when I feel I may do harm to her. Wash it off cause this feeling we can share. And I know she's reached my heart in thin air. Byzantine is reflected i |
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| 5. |
| 3:50 |
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How good is he? How warm are his eyes? You'll see its not a reprise That he arrived too late and too teathered away To put on his suit and his tie How good is he? How warm is his heart? Or ego telling him which place to park Did he relay the message is clearly, hardly grounds for dismissal outright Grounds for dismissal outright I wake up and wait up when anger's in fashion I wake up and wait up it echoes through the mansion I wake up and wait up when April's in May, oh, oh I wake up and wait up the answers are fatal The answers are fatal When I wait up and wake up the answers are fatal If he's truly outta sight, is he truly outta mind If he's truly outta sight |
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| 6. |
| 7:29 |
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Don't feel like home. He's a little out. And all these words elope. It's nothing like your poem. Putting in. Inputting in. Don't feel like methadone. A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone. It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home. The little that he sees. Is nothing he concedes. It's home. One uninvited chromosome. A blanket like the ozone. It's nothing as it seems. All that he needs. It's home. The little that he frees is nothing he believes. Saving up a sunny day. Something maybe two tone. Anything of his own. A chip off the corner stone. Who's kidding? Rainy day. A one way ticket headstone. Occupations overthrown. A whisper through a megaphone. It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home. The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. It's home. And all that he frees. A little bittersweet. It's home. It's nothing as it seems. The little that you see it's home. |
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| 7. |
| 3:58 |
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Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness
Crashed and on their way Father he enjoyed collisions others walked away A snowflake falls in may And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow Goodbye for now Nature has its own religion gospel from the land Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend Old men comprehend And the sky breaks at dawn shedding light upon this town They'll all come 'round Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow Goodbye for nowa And the road The old man paved The broken seams along the way The rusted signs, left just for me He was guiding me, love, his own way Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow As the curtain comes down I feel that this is just goodbye for now |
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| 8. |
| 6:18 |
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Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place on me or her Cannot find the comfort in this world Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere... A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on... But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality... As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show Swept out through the cracks beneath the door Holier than thou, how? Surrendered...executed anyhow Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor... A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on, too... But saw the trapdoor in the sun... Immortality... I cannot stop the thought...I'm running in the dark... Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide... Oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm... And whiskers in the sink... Truants move on...cannot stay long Some die just to live... Ohh... |
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| 9. |
| 5:54 |
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1,2,1,2
Know a man his face seemed pulled and tense Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds So I approach with tact suggest that he should relax But he's always moving much too fast Said he'll see me on the flipside Of this trip he's taking for a ride He's been taking too much on There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes There he goes He's yet to come back but I see his picture It doesn't look the same up on the rack We go way back I wonder about his insides It's like his thoughts are too big for his size He's been taken where I don't know Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope There he goes And now I rub my eyes for he has returned Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned For he still smiles and he's still strong Nothing's changed but the surrounding bullshit that has grown And now he's home and we're laughing like we always did My same old same old friend Until a quarter to ten I saw the strain creep in He seems distracted and I know just what is going to happen next Before his first step He is off again |
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| 10. |
| 5:37 |
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I am wishing you a well
Mind at peace within yourself Covers up, I cast you off I'll be watchin' as you breathe I lie still, you move, I send you off around the bend I hold you deep in my arms My fingertips, they close your eyes Off you dream my little child There's a sun around the bend There's a sun around the bend All the evenings close like this All these moments that I've missed Please forgive me, won't you dear Please forgive and let me share With you around the bend You're an angel when you sleep How I want your soul to keep On and on around the bend |
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| 11. |
| 5:30 |
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I used to be on an endless run
Believed in miracles 'cause I'm one I've been blessed with the power to survive After all these years I'm still alive I'm out here kickin with the band I am no longer a solitary man Everyday my time runs out Live like a fool, that's what I was about Oh I belive in miracles I believe in a better world for me and you Oh Oh I believe in miracles I believe in a better world for me and you Tattooed your name on my arm I always said my girl's a good luck charm If she can find a reason to forgive Then I can find a reason to live I used to be on an endless run Believed in miracles 'cause I'm one I've been blessed with the power to survive After all these years I'm still alive Oh I believe in miracles I believe in a better world for me and you Oh Oh I believe in miracles I believe in a better world for me and you I close my eyes and think how it might be The future's here today It's not too late, it's not too late oh I believe in miracles I believe in a better world for me and you Oh I believe in miracles I believe in a better world for me and you |
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| 12. |
| 5:13 |
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Routine was the theme. He'd wake up wash and pour himself into uniform.
Something he hadn't imagined being. As the merging traffic passed he found himself staring down at his own hands. Not remembering the change. Not recalling the plan. Was it? He was o |
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| 7:43 |
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It's a hopeless situation
And I'm starting to believe That this hopeless situation Is what I'm trying to achieve But I try To run on Towards All or none all or none Here's the selfless confession Leading me back to war Can we help that our destinations Are the ones we've been before I still try To run on Towards all Or none all or none To myself I surrender To the one I'll never please But I still try to run on I still try to run on But it's All or none all or none |
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| 14. |
| 2:07 |
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Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home I take a walk so I can curse my ass for being dumb I make a right after the arches. . . stinking grease and bone Stop at the supermarket. . . people stare like I'm a dog I'm gone to Lukin's... I gotta spot at Lukin's Unlock the door at Lukin's. . . open the fridge Now I know life's worth I find the key but I return to find an open door Some fucking freak who claims I fathered by raping my son I find my wife. I call the cops. This day's work's never done. The last I heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gun. |
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| 1. |
| 5:25 |
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Behind her eyes there's curtains and they've been closed to hide the flames. Remains. She knows their futures burning but she can smile just the same. Same. And though her mood is fine today there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways. Standing like a statue. A chin of stone a heart of clay. Hey. And thought he's too big a man to say there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways. Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away. |
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| 3:08 |
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Down. Fall by the wayside no getting out.
Down. Cry me a river dried up and dammed. The names can be changed but the place is still the same. I am loaded. Told that all's for naught. Holds me down. Rise. Life is in motion. I'm stuck in line. Rise. You can't be neutral on a moving train. One day the symptoms fade. Think I'll throw these pills away. And if hope could grow from dirt like me. It can be done. Won't let the light escape from me. Won't let the darkness swallow me. So long. |
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| 0:50 | 
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| 3:15 |
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I wanna shake. I wanna wind out.
I wanna leave this mind and shout. I've lived all this life like an ocean in disguise. I don't live forever. You can't keep me here. I wanna race with the sundown. I want a last breath. I don't let out. Forgive every being. The bad feelings. It's just me. I won't wait for answers. You can't keep me here. I wanna rise and say goodnight. I wanna take a look on the other side. I've lived all those lives. It's been wonder. Full at night. I will live for ever. You can't keep me here. |
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| 4:25 |
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Sailing on my every step
Inching off of the earth... It’s magnified by the things I've done The thing that I've become Every lift of my hand, Coffee cup up and back, Is magnified by the things I've done The things I've seen, the things I've caused, I'm a dead man walking. The hammer that I once brought down now hovers over me. Casts a shadow, a cross/across onto me. The hallways are all mocking me. What I've become they're all mocking me. I'm a dead man walking. A dead man walking. A dead man walking. I'm a dead man walking. Dead man walking. Dead man walking. |
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| 6. |
| 6:06 |
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Come you masters of war, you that build all the guns You that build the death place, you that build all the guns You that hide behind walls, you that hide behind desks I just want you to know, I can see through your masks You that never done nothing, bu |
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| 7. |
| 7:41 |
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Hey...oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Her lace spread out before me, as her body once did All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything? Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can, drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah... Uh huh...uh huh...ooh... I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star In somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine |
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| 7:41 |
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She lived on the curve in the road
In an old tar paper shack. On the south side of the town On the wrong side of the tracks. Sometimes on the way into town We'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?" Sometimes we did But her hands flew from her side. Wild eyed Crazy Mary. Down a long dirt road Past the Parson's place. That old blue car We used to race. Little country store with a sign tacked to the side. Said 'NO L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G ALLOWED.' Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd. Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass ita... A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass itaround. One night thunder cracked. Mercy backed outside my windowsill. Dreamed I was flying high Above the trees over the hills. Looked down into the house of Mary. A bare bulb on. Newspaper covered walls. And Mary rising up above it all. Oh... Oh... Oh... Next morning on the way into town Saw some skid marks and followed them around. Over the curve, Through the fields, Into the house of Mary. That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. (x2) Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass ita... Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass itaround. Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Passit a... Oh yeah. |
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| 4:44 |
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They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go. And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell. I got 24 minutes to go. Well, they give me some beans for my last meal. 23 minutes to go. And you know... nobody asked me how I feel. I got 22 minutes to go. So, I wrote to the Gov'nor... the whole damned bunch. Ahhh... 21 minutes to go. And I call up the Mayor, and he's out to lunch. I got 20 more minutes to go. Well, the Sheriff says, "Boy, I wanna watch you die". 19 minutes to go. I spit in his face... and I kicked him in the eye. I got 18 minutes to go. Well...I call out to the Warden to hear my plea. 17 minute to go. He says, "Call me back in a week or three. You've got 16 minutes to go." Well, my lawyer says he's sorry he missed my case. Mmmm....15 minutes to go. Yeah, well if you're so sorry, come up and take my place. I got 14 minutes to go. Well, now here comes the padre to save my soul With 13 minutes to go. And he's talkin' about burnin', but I'm so damned cold. I got 12 more minutes to go. Now they're testin' the trap. It chills my spine. I got 11 minutes to go. 'cause the goddamned thing it works just fine. I got 10 more minutes to go. I'm waitin' for the pardon... gonna set me free With 9 more minutes to go. But this ain't the movies, so to hell with me. I got 8 more minutes to go. And now I'm climbin up the ladder with a scaffold peg With 7 more minutes to go. I've betta' watch my step or else I'll break my leg. I got 6 more minutes to go. Yeah... with my feet on the trap and my head in the noose... 5 more minutes to go. Well, c'mon somethin' and cut me loose. I got 4 more minutes to go. I can see the mountains. I see the sky. 3 more minutes to go. And it's too damned pretty for a man to die. i got 2 more minutes to go I can hear the buzzards... hear the crows. 1 more minute to go. And now I'm swingin' and here I gooooooooo.... |
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| 6:30 |
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Alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl...violins...center of her own attention The, mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it Tries to make her proud The shades go down, it's in her head Painted room...can't deny there's something wrong... Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me... She holds the hand that holds her down She will...rise above...ooh...oh... Don't call me daughter, not fit to } The picture kept will remind me } (2x) Don't call me daughter, not fit to be } The picture kept will remind me } Don't call me... The shades go down (2x) The shades go, go, go... |
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| 1:06 |
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| 6:02 |
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Unsealed on a porch a letter sat.
Then you said, "I wanna leave it again." Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand. And on the sand I wanna leave it again. Yeah. On a weekend I wanna wish it all away, yeah. And they called and I said that "I want what I said" and then I call out again. And the reason oughta' leave her calm, I know. I said "I know what I wear not the boxer or the bag." Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave. But I see them round the front way. Yeah. And I know, and I know. I don't want to stay. Make me cry... I see... Ooh I don't know why there's something else. I wanna drum it all away... [ ;-) ] Oh, I said, "I don't, I don't know wheather I was the boxer or the bag." Ah yeah, can you see them out on the porch? Yeah, but they don't wave. But I see them round the front way. Yeah. And I know, and I know. I don't wanna stay at all. I don't wanna stay. Yeah. I don't wanna stay. (x2) I don't... Don't wanna, oh... Yeah. Ooh... Ohh... |
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