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| 1. |
| 6:39 | 
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| 2. |
| 5:39 |
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| 3. |
| 3:51 |
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| 4. |
| 4:13 |
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| 5. |
| 6:11 |
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| 6. |
| 4:56 | 
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Working in a graveyard on a skeleton crew
Everyday above ground, is just too good to be true Living in uncertainty is such a reality It take nothing for granted, you got no secrets to keep You just watch for hidden motives, reading right between the lines The horizon keeps expanding by a thin blue line And every single picture is more than meets the eye They will just defend the truth if you even ask why An old woman working on the favorite song Dogs may bark but the caravan moves along Standing at the crossroads where the middle meets the ends And I'm hope six ways to Sunday, by some long lost friends And I thought I heard the river that runs right through my past I hollered which way are you going, I heard I thought you'd never ask I'm a voice of wind and water, a man of flesh and bone I was right next to the river, together and alone Sometimes you glimpse the truth when it's long gone Dogs may bark but the caravan moves along I stumbled drunk upon a side street without a clue, without a care I saw the wind move on the water just enough to know it's there And I felt my world was slipping and my knees went weak And I might as well let the stars are floating all around my feet You tried to reconstruct the crime scene with a handful of clues Think you know where I've been going by staring at my shoes And if you're gonna talk about me when I'm gone Dogs may bark but the caravan moves along, the caravan moves along |
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| 7. |
| 5:09 |
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| 8. |
| 5:20 |
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| 9. |
| 4:28 |
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| 10. |
| 4:59 |
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| 11. |
| 3:19 |
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The night like ships that drift the clouds float by
They brought no rain, they brought no dreams The moon kaleidoscopes the ground The darkness is as sure as death The moon, above it on a single pearl Surrounded by her floating sisters Blink like the eyes of souls to come Scattered like some broken glass But under the horizon, under the horizon Nothing stays the same, the sacred and profane Under the horizon This world, it spins so fast, it keeps us down The shadows move, they stop the sun Days have no names and fall like leaves In rhythm to an endless dance This life, it finds its way in fits and starts Laughter, tears and broken parts Like spin one way and never stop These vision's from a fevered dream Under the horizon, under the horizon Nothing stays the same, the guilty and the blamed Under the horizon |
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| 12. |
| 5:11 |
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| 13. |
| 3:03 |
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