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Palm Trees Sway
02:45
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drifting in the ocean. far, far from home. frames in slow motion. never alone. as far as the eye can see. a staggering blue. swaying like palm trees. just me and you
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Orange And Tweed
03:38
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will you lie here on the beat-up couch? orange and tweed with guts hanging out. will you stay here? we can daydream in the middle of the night. got just enough change for the rest of my life. if you hang on. got a partial view of the empire state. it's a little bit tight, but it keeps out the rain. will you stay here? we can sleep in or stare at the stars. where hobos hold bottles close to their hearts. will you hang on? will you lie here on the beat-up couch? orange and tweed with the guts hanging out. will you stay here? we can lie here and stare at the stars. i could lie here for the rest of my life. if you hang on
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By Scenic Highway
03:18
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we are bound for wyoming, july '91. by way of the mountains, open road and the sun. i'll crash while you drive to the next state line. we can make silverton before morning time. a crush on a girl back home in houston. i'll write her postcards and fall asleep to her face. under stars and ashes of a campfire light. if she breaks my heart, lord it won't be tonight. day six and clouds follow the car. like we're fugitives on the run. but i'll chase the aspens into sky. rain or shine, the highway's still mine
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The First Day Of Summer
01:35
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Instrumental
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bissonnet in the dead of summer. dreary and bleak. hotter than hell. a photobooth snapshot fading. there ain't too much left. just enough to forget. remember pipe bombs bursting in air. that mailbox is going down. exploring buildings abandoned for years. and ghost stories...all night long. man, that street goes on for ages. block after block, an asphalt eyesore. but we both knew nothing better back then. a half-tank of gas and a couple of good friends. a photobooth snapshot fading away
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you're at the center of my world. at the center of the universe, heading towards infinity. you're at the center of my world. at center of the universe, will you stand there with me?
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Minutes Turn To Miles
03:24
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you tore the hands off the clock. i threw away my watch. watched the minutes turn to miles. watched the streetlights glare. flicker and fade. through the cracks in the blinds. spread your wings and fly. i'll be there when the plane gets in. and if it's late again, i'll leave the porchlight on for you. 'cus this can't be hell. when it's cold and it's freezing outside. let the storm brew strong tonight. and bring you home before twilight. i could almost hear paint peeling off of the walls. and leaves colliding with lawns. wide awake at dawn. was a hell of a way to usher in the new year
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Stompers
04:24
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will you make my bed? tell me it's ok. 'cus i'm starting to lose faith. can you give me a ride? guess i could walk, but i know you've been this way before. and it's just not enough. escaping for the moment when i'm only to return. there's nothing more this place can offer me. let's get away and start brand new. head above water. i feel six feet under. and the clock won't heal. but there's mileage on this rocketship. forget the turbulence. i'm slighty wiser than i was before. another broken car part. another day that i'm feeling congested. one more bill, a dollar short. another friend who's proved to be a flake. i guess it's what i have to do. in a way, i guess it's subterfuge. i won't start wondering. i'll just start doing. in a way, i guess it's subterfuge
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Like Trees In November
01:43
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Instrumental
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when the christmas lights go down. buildings bundle up before the snow. underground forging uptown. blustery, bleeding and broke. when the cats can't sleep, neither can we. will you stay under the sheets? if i swear it won't always be like this. fifty degrees 'til october trees. eighty 'til ocean beach. so i'll save my strength for after the cold and set sail with you. bring the single digits on. inches away and insurmountable. the glory of of the grind is gone. but i've got punches left to pull. when the cats can't sleep, neither can we. will you stay under the sheets? if i swear it won't always be like this. when the christmas lights go down. buildings bundle up before the snow. bring the single digits on. for tonight we're reaching record lows
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