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Come Home
04:44
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I've got a smoke stained voice and no sense lately
I walked myself to town just to save the bus fee
And I think that you've got somethin to say
I've been writing myself letters all day
I want a brand new face in an older city
Where the people share a brain and the accents filthy
But I'm still stuck in the same backseat
Bottles rollin' under my feet
And I don't trust the guy who is driving me home
But I know that I'll be home tonight
And you might be away, sleeping alone
But these days, that feels alright
Don't tell me that its better in the deep end
When I can see ya drowning
I'd tell ya that its better when you're sleepin'
If you had only found me
And some days I wish you'd never known me
But I can't get carried away
You've been gone every night
But you keep sayin' its alright
I want you to come home
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I Think I Got It
04:03
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I think I got it
Everything I'm looking for
I thought I found it
But my eyes are reaching for the door
They won't tell me who they are
But they're always right behind me at the same old bar
Asking me if I think they've gone too far
Harassing me about riding in my car
I wanna tell'em
I wanna tell'em the truth
Before I met them
I wanna try it
Don't ya wanna try it with me?
I thought I found it
I got a head full of nags
And a knack for the breeze
And they don't want nothin' that sounds too good
They just want somethin' sounds the way they look
And it's a drag I have to write their book
All I had before, oh they took
I hear them whisper
I hear them whisper to you
They tried to kiss ya
They tried to get ya to choose
And you don't have the gull and I don't have the time
To try and tell ya about my kind
I hear'em whisper
I wanna keep ya in tact
Don't wanna split what you have in two
Cause you know I can't keep the other half
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3. |
I Know How To Be You
05:22
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Picking up your clothes
And ya hang them on your door
Laughing at your jokes with a smile and sheer precision
Writing on the wall
With finger paint and coal
The thought was always yours, and idea of simple living
If I try I know how to be you
I just cross my feet and then I break right through
Just because I miss those things you do
And isn't it sad how I do them too
And isn't it sad how I can be you
The song of your thrill
Moving like a Coup de Ville
Hood bursting open with horses and rattle like laughter
The plight of your shame
When your neighborhood fame
Reads to you like some sorry, somber everafter
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Rock, roll, Americana from the midwest.
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