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Blame
03:06
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I said your name you kept on walking. A gust of wind kept on talking about this woman you take.
The sun came down thick that morning. A sailor sky gave me warning of that woman you blame.
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Paper Chains
04:01
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They won't mind you when they find you blank and passed-out on the floor. You find it alarming you haven't seen the morning, the things you keep that you can't store. They ask for more of what you can't give until you break those paper chains- that if you can't see, don't ask for me.
I've been here a long time- a long enough time- the push that beats you on the spine. I've stayed around this city, my foot-steps aren't pretty- their manic pattern suits me fine. They ask for more of what I can't give until I break those paper chains- that if you can't see, don't ask for me.
Their scattered shore starved at our door- they ask for more of what we can't give until we break those paper chains- that if you can't see- don't ask for me.
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The Dawn
03:31
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Don't play it so softly. Come sing it to me- I'll empty my pockets, the burdens are free. But, this three in the morning won't give me a chance; I'm trapped in the moment- I'm looking through glass. And, its a 'long ways', yes, its a long way to go- it's a 'long ways'.
That's two for the order, a song for a dance. We're looking for reason- I'm trading for chance. I'll stand at your doorway- I'll rattle your bars. We feel like quitting, like parking our cars. And, its a 'long ways', yes, its a long way to go.
I hope you won't do it alone.
If I had an answer, I'd say it right now- but all I have left is the dawn.
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Hillside
03:22
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She don't care about the money. She don't care about the work. Waving back at the city, leaving for a patch of dirt out behind the hillside past a spectacle of green, and on a dirty cotton mattress next to a magazine.
I'll be giving back your address- and you can give me back my name. Leave it all beneath the ashes of a broken wooden frame. You can take-off in the morning; we can go our separate ways through our mazes and distortion in the middle of the day.
I'll be home before the night falls on its darkened auburn mane. You'll be living 'neath the artist drawing wooden picture frames.
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Rain
04:53
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Rain falls down beside you- rain falls down on our bed. Tell her you can live without her, your better off alone again. The floorboards creak outside your window- her husbands coming home again. Just one more look at her beside you. Just one more look before she's dead. When you wake-up in the morning, take a look around your room, tell me wouldn't you feel better if you dressed me as your groom- so, help me find a way.
When the train leaves the station, promise now you wont turn back. Promise now you've had enough, love. Enough is pain, enough is black. And, when you wake-up in the morning, take a look around your room, tell me wouldn't you feel better if you dressed me as your groom. So, help me find a way.
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Unusual Ways
04:09
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Muddy and White
04:45
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With my broken body fading, I passed out for the evening, and like an alarm ringing I dreamt of angels singing. They were muddy and white. At the door I saw you waiting- at the door swung open, waiting. And I arose from death and sleeping to embrace your hallow feeling. It was muddy and white.
Your eyes are almost tearing me apart.
Now with my spirit fleeing that night while I was dreaming- I thought I saw you stealing my eyes from other ceilings that weren't muddy and white
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8. |
These Ivory Days
04:10
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The rain is gonna come down and no one ever knows if its gonna stop- with Cain on your right side burning bridges 'neath the train I hop. So, when you gonna stop so I can get off, but in a tired, lonely, drunk, confusing way, I think I'll stay and keep the wolves away.
The shame of a let down- nothing ever turns-out like you thought. I know I never turned-out like you thought. So, when you gonna stop so I can get off, but in a tired, lonely, drunk, confusing way, I think I'll stay and keep the wolves away.
I think I'll stay and keep the wolves away.
The rain is gonna come down and no one ever knows if its gonna stop.
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9. |
The Attic
04:19
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10. |
On Wisdom
04:16
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Days when you're away, it feels like change is afoot. wind take up the rain and wash the fire back to soot. But, oh my soul- give it up, today.
See your walnut frame her thunderous name has made it bow. No more sweet champagne, no more war, no one around. But, oh my soul- give it up, today.
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11. |
Lonely You
04:27
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Swam to the light of the ocean moon, and when I died in that deep cocoon- I was driven down by lonely you.
Quick drowns the words in your appetite. My wooden stilts have been cut to size- I was ground to ash by lonely you.
Your paper wings carry dragon's breath. It burns the sail sends me to my death, and I was driven down by lonely you.
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