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Looking for the bottom of the rain
Wondering if its you who is insane Is it mine Or is the other train there moving At the bottom of the rain Stuck here at the bottom of the well Looking for that beacon on the hill Been down so long that gravitys my final friend At the bottom of the well All the questions that I never got to ask you, like Where'd they go, where are all those golden years? [bottom of the rain..] Where'd they go, where are all those golden years? [bottom of the rain..] In the land of sunken one-eyed kings Im the blindest man around who sings Help me out Catch me now I'm falling down to the bottom of the rain All the questions that I never got to ask you, like Where'd they go, where are all those golden years? [bottom of the rain..] Where'd they go, where are all those golden years? [bottom of the rain..] A phone call from a friend so far away Asking me if I remember days When drunken sunlight rays we squandered Like ticket stubs and refunds rendered Bottled up inside the rain Yeah yeah Where'd they go, where are all those golden years? [bottom of the rain..] Where'd they go, where are all those golden years? [bottom of the rain..] |
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I am a good girl
Momma and Daddy But I disappointed you Anyway I was a poor boy I even tried so hard But I didn't even know the words I gotta say Well the sound of dancing feet on the floor on top of me As I'm standing in the men's room trying hard not to be seen Well maybe I can be someone this time Yeah maybe I could be some other guy Maybe I, maybe I, maybe I can be someone this time Maybe I, maybe I, maybe I can be someone this time I wanna share your Sweaters and lipstick Brothers and sisters it's the way it oughta be I was a good girl I even tried so hard But I didnt even know the words Ive gotta say |
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Leaving you in the care of others
I won't be letting you down Clowning around on the green of this town I won't be letting you down It's easy to draw yourself a circle Just trace it back to yourself A father who can't hold himself together A grandson who's just left the ground She's coming in for landing but you're leaving much too soon She handles disappointment like her mom And I wanted her to meet you and to carry her away And to touch each other's hearts of palm Flowers on the kitchen table Not a dry eye in the house Someone knows you better than I do That leaves my heart in my mouth Chorus Sunday Catholic morning after shave Coffee grounds there in the sink It's Easter and the bastards haven't left me But here is a song you can sing Chorus And to touch each other's hearts of palm. |
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September shirt
I felt it every word Woke up from sleeping in The very shirt I'm in I heard her words Assembled every hurt I could be crying in My every glass of gin September shirt Always been true You came into view When I tore into you Oh September shirt Pulled over my eyes Wake and arise And compromise September hurt You left me in the dirt I would be sleeping in The very shape I'm in September words They echoed in my head You shoulda stayed in bed I should have stayed in bed |
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I am a lucky man
Glass of wine in my hand Willfully walk away Enjoy your Saturday Out here on the lawn The sun's already gone (...) I am a better man But time made me younger then These cars go by too fast To make these evenings last I have always known You land where youve been thrown Make that house your home Im a lucky guy These sidewalks and the sky Is all that fills my eyes Is all that burns my eyes How have I stayed so long In a state where I dont belong Well, there's been her for one The morning had just begun These cars go by too fast To make these evenings last I have always known You land where youve been thrown Make that house your home Im a lucky guy These sidewalks and the sky Is all that fills my eyes Is all that burns my eyes Yeah, is all that burns my eyes... |
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