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Stranger than fiction
I heard the mouth of the young girl say Stranger than fiction Wakin up everyday Talk to Atlanta By the way of the Great Divide Back to California Seattle if we got the time Great Wall of China Will the end I reach one day? Stranger than the fiction I heard the _______ say Stranger than fiction I heard the mouth of the young girl say Stranger than fiction Wakin up everyday Two days to Boseman Enough truckers, they don't make time fly I ain't opposin' We'll be in Austin in half the time Keep your hands and toes in Doin 90 the entire way Stranger than fiction To _____ away (?) Stranger than fiction I heard the mouth of the young girl say Stranger than fiction Wakin up everyday Stranger than fiction I heard the mouth of the young girl say Waking up everyday Stranger than fiction I heard the mouth of the young girl say Stranger than fiction Wakin up everyday Las Vegas, Nevada Ain't no place we outta be When your luck is golden You're the center of gravity ___ of Shanola (?) Just hang of left ... Stranger than fiction It's the way it will always be |
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| 3. |
| 3:50 |
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Superthick chunks of broken life and reality
At the dinner table come to me Say goodbye, my friend, my exit's here My road's so long, a million miles or so Too much for me, I got to go My navigator's here And they say it's nice this time of year They say it's nice this time of year They say it's nice this time of year On Jupiter Except for the meteors Chorus: And Nebraska's so flat that I don't care I'll never use this map, have I made it clear I don't know jack, but I stay sincere Woah-oh my navigator's here Superthick chunks of broken light in the Milky Way You never know if they're burning bright In Anchorage the sun's up about half the night Half the day and most of the time The sun burns bright all the time Then the winter comes And they say it's nice this time of year They say it's nice this time of year They say it's nice this time of year In Anchorage Except for the polar bears They say it's nice this time of year They say it's nice this time of year They say it's nice this time of year On Jupiter Except for the meteors (Chorus) (Chorus) They say it's nice this time of year on Jupiter... |
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| 5:46 |
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Over and over,
Again and Again, Keep my head down, It's my friend, Other wonders, I can't explain, As I fall into this life again When it's over, In the end, My head's all empty, It's my friend. Withered under Slated rain, As I fall into this life again. Prayin, I just can't get enough so I keep on, Prayin, I just can't get it up, so I keep on, Prayin, I just can't get enough so I keep on, Prayin'. Weather, thunder, Ample rain, I get my feet wet, I get my pain, Over and under, fields of green, I get my head wet, I keep it clean. When it's over, In the end, My head's all empty, It's my friend. Other wonders, I can't explain, As I fall into this life again Prayin, I just can't get enough so I keep on, Prayin, I just can't get it up, so I keep on, Prayin, I just can't get enough so I keep on, Prayin'. It's in my head! It's in my head! It's in my head! Prayin, I just can't get enough so I keep on, Prayin, I just can't get it up, so I keep on, Prayin, I just can't get enough so I keep on, Prayin'. Prayin, I just can't get enough so I keep on, Prayin, I just can't get it up, so I keep on, Prayin, I just can't get enough so I keep on, Prayin'. |
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| 6. |
| 8:54 |
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verse 1:
Up in the sky it's bird it's a plane Yea it's a plane I'm not afraid to fly im not afraid Yea I guess I'm afraid Fear is a good thing It teaches us humility And it can keep us sane So I'll fly high if I have to If I could I take the train verse 2: Livin away from home on the road all the time Ah, all the time Driving up and down and back and forth no reason or rhyme Yea you guess right Makes a grown man confront his fears Consider options he'd normally decline I'm gonna find my ticket to fly I'm gonna fly I'm gonna fly chorus: Strap me in, tie me down and roll me a bone I'm gettin on an airplane and I'm flying home Strap me in, tie me down I'm learning to fly Drive across the country I get too fuckin high (too fuckin high) I don't wanna die (too fuckin high) too fuckin high (too fuckin high) too fuckin high (too fuckin high) Yea verse 3: fly me so high yea 20' 30 thousand that's pretty high when they take off my chest sinks my ears pop I pray I lie I think about the network news to torture myself and to pass the time they tell me my seat cusion is a floatation device pray to God they ain't lying repeat chorus |
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| 4:07 |
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<Blue skies of April,
An 18 hour drive, Atlanta at 3 a.m. I'm in New York City tonight. My home, my heart, and my best friend. Life has been pretty good, Oh who am I kidding it's been grand. Chorus: And I'm thinking about this and that, I'm thinking about the way it should be, I've been thinking about the weight of the world, And I've been thinking about the way it goes. Dog days of summer, Further on down the road. All the kids just keep on dancin', Long after the show. My road, my heart, and my best friends Life has been pretty strange, All the freaks getting toasted on the range. (chorus) Heading into the harvest, Working on a bridge. One more trip to the left coast, Wondering where it is. My home, my heart, and my best friend. I hever knew that it could be this way, Ah, what the hell did I know anyway. (chorus) (chorus) (chorus)> |
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| 4:49 |
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| 9. |
| 4:33 |
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| 10. |
| 5:03 |
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| 11. |
| 5:00 |
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A pint of beer and a pretty girl...a pack of Camel Lights
Another night, another bar...green neon lights Smoke acts as a camouflage for every lizard with a line Forget about the pretty girl...a Saranac* will do just fine A pint of beer and a shot of Jack...a pack of Camel Lights Some days don't see the day and some don't see the night Damn barstool wobbles, ain't no footrest at the bar When I pass through my water glass I can, I can see who you are Chorus (Repeated 2x): One more bottle One more bottle One more bottle for this happy hour hero A pint of beer and a pretty girl...a pack of Camel Lights Sweaty little men worship those Southern girls in tights And we keep on playin' the songs that no one wants to hear Sweaty little man just shot a hundred-dollar bill without a care And we play from ten to two, but we work from noon to four Try to make a guarantee, try to make points on the door** No one tells us what to do, no one tells us where to go One more bottle for this happy hour hero (Chorus Repeated 2x - Vocal Jam) And Charlotte's a long way to go, just to show 'em what you got And I hear it's worth the trip...the room gets burning hot Let me jot down one more thing, just one more thing before I go One more bottle for this happy hour hero One more bottle for this happy hour hero One more bottle for this happy hour hero One more bottle for this happy hour hero One more bottle for this happy hour, this happy hour hero |
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