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Since
05:23
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The spirits of this land are speaking to me now
"You are stoned my son, go home and wait it out."
I press onwards and I walk across the town
Bringing flowers, lemons stuffed in my big mouth
I imagine that your doorway is inviting
That your curls are falling down
Everything becomes so terribly exciting
I keep my pace...I'm walking faster, faster now
You are the only one for me
When I know I know
And if it isn't meant to be
Let's not speak of things we cannot see
It used to be a breeze for you to change your mind
The winds would change and you'd go back to being mine
What do I have to do, go out and build a shrine?
Higher than the Watts Towers
Higher than the sunflowers
Higher than the researchers from Giza to the Rhine
Who wonder if the pyramids are alien designs
They'll be wondering the same of this in a 1000 years of time
You are the only one for me
When I know I know
And if it isn't meant to be
Let's not speak of things we cannot see
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Windy Day
05:46
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She can keep a candle lit on a windy day
On a windy day
On a windy day...
It's windy today
I watch the palm trees sway as I do the frog stroke in the hotel pool
I hear laughter from the rooms above
And I feel like a glacier just before it drops into the ocean
Free drinks forever
What else can it be?
Negative capability
Sayonara darling
I can almost hear you say
Like the fallen leaves of autumn
Don't we drift in different ways?
I suppose I do share in the common prayer
And if I'm being open now you must know I say it as often as everyone says it
Let me so rich that I'll never die
And I'll never die
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Fair
05:19
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Gotta put some daylight between these bad decisions
The further out I get, the more I get to make revisions
My lady rises, she makes a cup of tea
She's been unfaithful, she doesn't offer one to me
She says, "I could shoot the birds singing in the garden
I can't stand music in this filthy, old apartment,"
The war starts early over breakfast
"You could have made some money if you weren't so pretensious"
No one can tell you when it's time to leave
You don't put down your dog just because it shows its teeth
Out there at sunrise
In the first light I know it's time to rise
Run, run, run
We're made for better things
Oh, what a thing to think
You could say it all day long
It still don't mean a thing
I never ventured far beyond my window
Tonight, I'll write a note and leave it on your pillow
"Dust cloud's coming run, run, run"
I'm going out for smokes
I just can't breathe in here
No I don't need a coke
I need to disappear
I'm going out for smokes
It all makes sense to me
To be is to be alone
To be is to be free
Run, run, run
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