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| 4:25 | 
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Sure a lot smaller everyday
Wonder why we feel this way You don't know that I've got nothing left to say I've been blown across the water Like a ship ain't got no sail That ain't no way to feel I feel that longing loud and clear Dead end streets and I lay here When you're flying you've got nothing left to fear 'Less you're gonna cross the water Like a ship ain't got no sail That ain't no way to feel Winter wind keeps blowing through the trees But life keeps breathing gaily as you please Hey now, silver birches lying by the road Branches lined against the winter snow We left the shelter yesterday After we had played some way You can find that I've got nothing left to say 'Less you're gonna cross the water Like a ship ain't got no sail That ain't no way to feel I've been blown cross the water Like a ship ain't got no sail That ain't no way to feel |
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| 2. |
| 5:47 | 
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| 3. |
| 5:22 |
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Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
Lord knows I got them old walkin' blues Up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes I got them old walkin' blues Well I feel like blowin' sweet old lonesome horn Up this morning, all I have is gone Feel like blowin' sweet lonesome horn Up this morning, all I had is gone Gonna leave this town this morning if I have to, have to ride the blinds I've been mistreated and I don't mind dyin' If I have to ride the blinds I've been mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Well she've got Elgin movement from her head down, down to her toes Breaks in a dollar everywhere she goes She's got Elgin movement from her head down to her toes Breaks in on a dollar, now, most anywhere she goes Well I got up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes Lord knows I got them old walkin' blues Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes I got them old walkin' blues I got them old walkin' blues I got them old walkin' blues |
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| 4. |
| 6:55 |
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| 5. |
| 5:13 |
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| 6. |
| 6:52 |
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Flowers today bloomin' by the pathway
Linin' the edge of tomorrow's grave Bright shinin' way, livin' in the shadows Tryin' to be the master of tomorrow's slave Down in the mine, circled 'round a diamond Serpent of your expectations sleeps a nervous dream Circled so fine like a velvet palace Whiles away the passing hours, not being what he seems Then he creeps into the night speeding up like fire flight How he moves into the forest floor Send away the pace of time, leave behind the lonely mine And the diamond silent on the floor We cannot stay by the crystal mountain The serpent of dreams has left his shadow lair The diamond remains brilliant in its cavern No one to see and no one left to care The serpent's friends have come and gone Down the hills, they're movin' on Through the lakes and forests and the dale They will find tomorrow's rise Brings them all the bluest skies Frees the lonesome banshee and his wail Flowers today bloomin' by the pathway Linin' the edge of tomorrow's grave Bright shinin' way, livin' in the shadows Tryin' to be the master of tomorrow's slave Tryin' to be the master of tomorrow's slave |
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| 7. |
| 4:56 |
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Well, on this morning
Saw them coming across fields far away Said I've been looking all night long Come for you today I looked up all around [Incomprehensible] and I don't know Lots of things I got to do So I don't wanna go Well, I don't wanna go I don't wanna go Lots of things I got to do Living is much too slow This time when the demon calls Gonna look the other way See the clock keeps moving There's too much left to say The moon is sinking slowly in The raven's flying low Lots of things I got to do So I don't wanna go Well, I don't wanna go I don't wanna go Lots of things I got to do Living is much too slow The singing rain guard calls to me Tells me how to fly Angel slips between the trees Reaches for the sky Imagination spins me 'round Wind begins to blow Lots of things I got to do I don't wanna go Well, I don't wanna go I don't wanna go Lots of things I got to do Living is much too slow Morning rises slowly And reaches in the sky The angel from the forest Just seemed to pass me by [Incomprehensible] Life began to show There are lots of things I got to do So I don't wanna go Well, I don't wanna go I don't wanna go I got, baby, lots to do Living is much too slow |
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| 5:17 |
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