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My old man had a pistol
Never carried around Never taught me to use it, yeah No butt on the ground Images of a family Somewhere deep in the South Wish that girl'd taken pictures, yeah Dragged me out Stand inside Knees fall to the ground I pray take me far away From everything that I am Must've lost all my memories Must've blacked 'em all out Thank God for the pictures, yeah Didn't burn in the house Stand inside Knees fall to the ground I pray take me far away From everything that I am Escape is the only way out |
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| 2:59 |
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I don't want
A picture in the paper I just want A minute of your time At a point Appreciate an answer Any token Would suit me fine I won't ask A question you can't answer Like, "Do you remember All Shook Down?" At one time It was your favorite record But now it's broken And not around Baby I broke it Broke me down Strain of the show Takes its toll But you don't Wanna know Maybe I don't know what I'm asking This is not The place or time to speak It's possible piano may be drinking But it's not me Couldn't be I'm sincere As I can be Strain of the show Takes its toll You don't Wanna know Strain of the show Takes its toll You don't Wanna know |
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| 3. |
| 2:37 |
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All your hangers on
Watch with anxious eyes Watch your mouth to speak Words mystic and wise Can you explain away everything I know to be true? Will you flinch if I criticize anything about you? Anything about you Wash your nervous hands Speak and only lie Dismiss distances Between you and I Can you explain away everything that I know to be true? Will you flinch if I criticize anything about you? Anything about you Preacher only son Wise man only tie Scorned by anyone With an evil eye |
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| 4. |
| 4:29 |
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One waitress
Outside of, Phone booth, South Carolina Sits, keeps killing time Rolls her eyes Roll of dimes Speak of this sick surrounding sin Tears me from limb to limb, within I don't know how to let it go This far away from home One word was mistaken Context that it was taken from Write it down Must be sound Must be true I hope you can hear me My only sanctuary asks Why am I here? Why aren't I home? As the line builds for the phone I want it all Work to a fault That breaks us in two And always at play The end of the day I'm alone and so are you Old stories Gas stations Repeating conversations Still, I can't speak long The show has to go on At best I, might question The focus of my attention Though, you know that I could bring it down I want it all Work to a fault That breaks us in two And always at play The end of the day I'm alone and so are you One waitress, invading But I'm content to make her wait It's all I have So far from home Oh please stay on the phone |
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| 5. |
| 2:39 |
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We don't forgive
And I dare you not to speak All bones with hands Old wound open the key The best of friends Turn to enemies Honestly, do I wanna walk away? Is that obvious to see, that side of me? Secrets and sins Does it matter if I know? Lets not pretend Wish it wasn't so Can we stay friends? Even if I'm in your show Honestly, do I wanna walk away? Is it that obvious to see that side of me? I'm all beat up I'm a cold bruise colored Tears me up Do I ask myself to choose? When I don't know what to do |
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| 6. |
| 2:51 |
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Are you open, to open arms?
Misdirection does little harm I won't ask, you won't tell Just come around Missed discussions of virtues and Complications with cash in hand I won't ask, you won't tell Just come around My angel flies Carries all my fears Angel don't die For four more years Are you waiting for me to say That I made all the same mistakes I won't ask, you won't tell Just come around My angel flies Carries all my fears Angel don't die For four more years My angel flies Carries all my fears Angel don't die For four more years |
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| 2:20 |
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Burn all your pictures
Still save the prints Thought I've feel better I feel like shit I fall to pieces with out you around Spend all my time Trying to figure out Maybe I should be sorry Maybe it's too late It's never too early I'll follow my faith I shot the moon When you shot me down I spend all my time Trying to figure out I finally thought about I forever been leaving I wanna change the world Nothings gonna change, believe me Little love is lost The memory remains Time takes its cost I'm still the same I left the room And you let me down Spend all my time Trying to figure out I finally thought about I forever been leaving I wanna change the world Nothings gonna change, believe me I just seem to spend More and more time again By myself It's just so much easier then Trying to understand, myself I finally thought about I forever been leaving |
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| 1:54 |
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Adeline, out of tune
Heaven knows what I would do You can't just walk away From everything Adeline, out of tune Step in time, two by two Say it's over regret I'm sure it's over I guess I don't ever forget Ever forget Adeline, out of tune Heaven knows what I would do Say it's over regret Sure it's over I guess I don't ever forget Don't ever forget |
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| 9. |
| 1:57 |
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Came by to make you angrier again.
Gonna try to make you angrier enough, I'm all ears now. Volunteer how I'm Gonna find a way to keep this civilized. It's help if you just tell me what to say. It's help if you just tell me anything. I'm all ears now. Volunteer how, I'm not askin anymore. I'm not askin anymore how I'm gonna find a way to keep this civilized. You fall back On anger now, Swear you are forgiven. Your anger suits you, It makes you beautiful Gives you confidence To come at me with more than your bare hands. Not here to break you, But all the words tonight are careful, chosen, hurting kind; I'm tryin to say that I, I'm tryin to say that I, I'm tryin to say that I've stopped tryin If you rise above, If you rise at all, It'll probably be now. |
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| 10. |
| 3:29 |
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Stories been boarded up again
Old sins forgotten from new sins Your habits get old Your habits get old Wanted to say How I wanted to say Miss the Valentine House sometimes Good times compounded on good times What's come over you since? What's come over you since? Wanted to say How I wanted to say Losing you I would know I feel partially responsible I'm confused All I can do Is quietly grin and resent you Phone calls made with such urgency Speaking half-truths She doesn't know What she doesn't know Wanted to say How I wanted to say Losing you I would know I feel partially responsible I'm confused All I can do Is quietly grin and resent you |
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