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Old Soul
02:39
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Train, tears tracing words unforgettable
While passengers kiss skiptracer fears undeniable
Then schemers, come back,
Stronger than before,
Seeping out,
Clocking in
Wanting More
Tell me what happens when we get there
What happens when we get there?
And on this roof they
All move their bodies
Beating, breathing, melody
They all knew, they would
Take their dances to the grave
But still hoping it might happen
Someday
Tell me what happens when we get there
What happens when we get there?
Bleach blonde, backwards, she held me
Bleach blonde, backwards, she held me
Held me tightly
And souls kissed,
From across this room
Was like shaking hands with myself,
Over coffee
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Nightwalker
02:25
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Umbrella night walks through
The sleeping town on
The big shoulders of
Black business suits
Running feet back, quietly,
Into his tightly
Knotted hair,
Reminds him when the wolf girl
Strut past and didn’t care
Take your life
Off of the short leash
And see how it runs
When you, you can’t stop it
Running feet back, quietly,
Into his tightly
Knotted hair,
Reminds him when the wolf girl,
Strut past and didn’t care
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Shoebox
02:06
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Shoe tie sideways folded over
Bridge walk wearing towel shoulders.
Hot-bike seats make you lean forward
Knowing we will never get older.
Lay back into your sweetest memories,
That only exist ‘cause you want them to.
Gliding wildly into unknown places
Shirt off, shoe tie, Day-drunk races.
Across hot pavement, parking spaces,
With sweaty, swollen, youth loving faces.
Lay back into your sweetest memories,
That only exist ‘cause you want them to.
Lay back into your sweetest memories,
Why do you make me feel this way?
Lay back into your sweetest memories,
We’re doing fine, just stay away.
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4. |
Wall Street Man
02:38
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5. |
On My Way Home
02:33
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Corner turn,
Window down in the backseat.
Blurry with heat,
Kissed by green and
Smile on the count of one, two, three.
Wholesome, lonesome
In your partial way you love her.
And wave, to the setting sun
Wave, to the setting sun.
Mouth of candy red,
Like our eyes look in old pictures.
We got to the beach,
And walked on the shore with sandy feet.
Fear what can’t be seen,
And fall in love with a fantasy undreamed.
Cause when you’re small,
Everything is shaky.
And wave to the setting sun.
Wave, to the setting sun.
Wave, to the setting sun.
Wave, to the setting sun.
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