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The Wheels Stay Away
02:13
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We drove on the highway, the windows were broken, a cold wind between us
Made it to the show for the low gold, the doors would not open
Walk into the empty rooms of our heads
And the wheels stay away
Another busted friend for the end game, comb like a switchblade, he was laughing again
He painted the tree silver, put on a skirt, they put him on Ritalin to see if he'd jerk
Now that the night shines wet like the pavement, under street lamps on the road to regret
Ask the dusk if you can get a new sunset
And the records play at half-speed just then
And the wheels stay away
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Yellow Butterfly
02:52
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Situate your headrest for the past
Formulate the red wine fable fast
All the yearning, precious journey
Find a light to emulate, fill the void with cassoulet
Why do you try flying? Sit down, Yellow Butterfly
You can make it never-ending fear, the lemon in your soul is just too real
Catalina, exultation, ride the pig to Buffalo, find a way to make it whole
Why do you try flying? Sit down, Yellow Butterfly
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Hey, make the last goodbye all he needs before she dies
He's got a space he keeps for her, it's laced with kohl and made for love
The way they used to do, when all was kind of loosey goose, and rhythms of the world remain locked in a place without a name
Hey, make the most of it, today you're toast, the next you hit,
And you will have to take the blame for all the joy that caused you pain
Label your masterpiece, name a price and you will see that all the fake can't bother you, you're in the picture then you're through
Realize they have a cage, you were alway in the gate
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House
03:17
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Pick a tune and break your heart in two, that's what you too do
Feel the wind from a canopy at sea, all other things to be
I see the flying birds below, I walk through rain and snow
Get back to the best of both of you, that's what I'd do
Jump back, the way it used to be, like all your other dreams
Make a move, I begin to run, now it's all done
See it all, watch it fade away, that's what you play
Fall back, a fake apology, that's what you mean
I see the neon windowpane, I walk through cold and rain
Get back to the best of both of you, that's what I'd do
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I Want to Wish You Love
03:33
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Hey, are you home? I'm waiting, waiting by the phone
Saturday, I walk by, there's a car on your lawn, headed off to spend another night all alone
Wishing I'd wake up without this empty space in my bed, spend the day imagining your face in my head
Time, time for a change, oh let me, let me try again
The sun comes out, the sun goes down, I want to wish you love, I want to wish you love, I want to wish you love
The sun comes out, the sun goes down, I want to wish you love
Hey, if you called maybe I could forgive it all
Would you play, play another game with my mind?
Would I say it'll all be different this time?
The sun comes out, the sun goes down, I want to wish you love, I want to wish you love, I want to wish you love
The sun comes out, the sun goes down, I want to wish you love, I want to wish you love, I want to wish you love,
The sun comes out, the sun goes down, I want to wish you love, I want to wish you love
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A satin fist in your face make you realize, a feral '70s kick from a Jupiter child, I need to know that my place is a long cigarette that I can smoke with no trace of irony or regret
I don't need any of your superstitious super vision superstitious super vision
Make the vision ignore and let the pain be your guide, I know the green carpet ends at the wall, cyanide, in the back of your van on the road to Valdez, I want to roll all the joints with the supposed-to-be-deads
I don't need any of your superstitious, super vision superstitious super vision
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KTW
02:33
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They got some pretty good drugs, feel the breeze on your teeth, live like you love and dig all the cheats. Make it stop. Are you lost boy, think fast, do your lonely boy routine. Yeah, back, of the bar in the hall looking clean like a silent siren's call
On the beach, in a dream though the haze you wake me, saw you there, another sunny switchblade in the hand you're waving
Kill the wonder, got a master class in going under, ripcord pulled in the air, falling to your death as your name repeats on the dark-end street
We see the red shining light, cold wet snow on your shoes, let the fire burn and smoke all the leaves, make it pop, are you lost boy, drink fast, you don't owe me anything, yeah, back of the bar in the hall looking mean, get behind me on this thing, saw you laugh, felt your hair on my face, romance, touch your hand, and you don't even listen to the words I'm saying
Kill the wonder, got a master class in going under, ripcord pulled in the air, falling to your death as your name repeats on the dark-end street
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Staying in my bed, lost in constellations, listen through the walls to the conversations of you and me, between the stars and trees
Trailer in the pines in the big white sand, you were on the road and I was on the score with Dirty Dan, nothing to be
And we fear the freaks and easy here
And I run through the pines and I feel so high in the light
Crashed his truck on the interstate.
You'll never leave, the pine trees say.
Red through the fog and the light plays the wrong way, smoke from the trees to the bottoms of his feet, he was DOA. That's what they say
Shadows of the pines in the cold sun Sunday, preachers eyes are dead and they never want you to get away, they won't let you leave
And we fear the freaks and easy here, and it feels so cold and lonely here
And we run through the pines, and we feel so high in the light
You'll never leave, the pine trees say
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