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Dyin Night
02:50
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Dyin night, sing into my ears tonight
Dreams made right, sing into my ears tonight
Dyin, made right
It's so hard to just walk away
It's so hard to walk away
Dyin, made right
If you get to
would you want to
start over again
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Summer Plug
03:24
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Here it is cool March and,
stones like parchment, grounds like hay,
I have bartered friends like pawns
Now I'm just looking for reasons to stay away
Iowa was an illusion
He just wanted to save the day
I want an occlusion
who can't admit he is to blame
All I know-nows what you say,
is mine alone
It'll show true in the cards,
the two of hearts the two of spades,
I have guarded against this change
but on the phone you assure me it's simple gain
In the air I am nervous,
waiting to tempt fate,
In the station I walk backwards
so the cold rain hits my face
All I know-now
In the night's wave,
In the throes now,
of what you say
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Blackdog
02:49
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Sunny Hill Cemetery
Gave the backhoe a reason to backhoe
The water round the willow drowned the garden
And it wouldn't grow
Sacred Days on the Brink
Gave the teenage excuse to be brave
And rattle bones like
Old stones
Husbands,
They want wives who make music,
Know how to use it when those
Blues hit
I looked all over for you
But you're nowhere to be found
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Fortunes
03:25
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If the war was won in just a day
what would we do with our vacation?
If you knew all the right things to say
How could I stand by your side,
forgetting your mistakes?
I still mind all the time
Give an inch,
take a mile, a meaning boundless,
Cast aside my request
Over and Over and Over I say again
Is this the end, should we break up, should we make up?
Is this the end of a good thing? I don't get us
There was a missing piece of heart
in our love from the start,
you say to look a little harder
but I just can't find it
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Slow Vines
03:12
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My job to put you to sleep
Slip into your breathing on the cusp of a dream
All lives are mysteries
And when we close our eyes we write them
Baby baby baby why don't you come back to me
I'll punch the numbers once and, feeling blunt,
I'll give up
Consider all the foolishness in fooling around
Consider how our kisses made a quiet sound
and delayed you
Slow vines keep on climbing,
Sticking to the brick and licking concrete's pits
A wave's favorite game is timing
When you're lost in it you can never be late
When you lose your breath all your plans are a waste
Baby baby baby could we do it again
I've yet to get how bodies could be a best
Relying on the selfishness of just-pleasing-me
Relying on the past will never make you free
just delay you
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