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Pines
03:50
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counting on an old thing
things can never die
heaven knows I loved you
oh heaven's awful high
some wind gets hot and dry up in the pines
real hot and dry
the wind goes through us often, often,
little lights we fall
if in your dreams they burn me
and everything that's mine
I wanna be your Joan of Arc babe
moving to the sky
where wind gets hot and dry up in the pines
real hot and dry
the wind goes through us often, often,
little lights we fall
if in your dreams they burn me
burn me
and everything that's mine
I'll be up fighting fires
every night
when the wind is high
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2. |
Flightpath
04:10
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is this how good roots grow,
in isolation,
and a part of getting older is
that nobody's close anymore?
well I can't believe in anything
that sounds like a law in the world
but I'll always bite my lip in the same place
in the same way
every day every day every day
I live in the flightpath to a thousand places
there's bridges over bridges and I'm under the exits
the planes fill my ears and I can't hear your voice anymore
anymore
above the roar
above the roar
and here is where I lay me down
with the lie you all knew
and nobody warned me like we won't warn the next girl
and we're all gonna be such good friends
oh I've been a legend too
for the way I behaved
when I was slipping down his stairway
like a finger slips out of a ring
of a ring of a ring
I got a bad reputation that I half deserved
I got a bad reputation, this half is yours
I got a bad reputation, let's make it worse on me
on me
what's still keeping me around here?
and who was holding me down there?
don't know what's keeping me around here
hey who was holding me down there?
who has been sucking on my blood?
who has been sucking on my blood?
who has been sucking on my blood?
who has been sucking all my blood, oh my dear,
who has been sucking on your blood?
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3. |
Birdsong
02:56
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we always love the ones that have to fly
it's an old metaphor but it's not a lie
not a lie
hold my hand and I'll match you rhyme for rhyme
look through my bookshelf I'll be looking in your eyes
oh I could never cage you
but I wish you would come back to me
and I could never tame you
but I'd like you to stay with me
my love's a bird that never seems to land and
I am the wind that breaks up in the wake of your hand
oh your hands are pulling songs out of the sky
and I'm a funny thing
when I'm looking through your eyes
oh you've been lonesome
all the days that you have roamed
out there on the road
do you get lonely
the way I do at home?
no I could never tame you
but I'd like you to stay with me
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4. |
Stop Surviving
02:08
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I can talk like our hearts are never breaking
when we laugh, it's just our souls shaking
can we go to your room
and shiver together
until we are still
is there a home in this tree if we climb higher?
above this house, this bed, these power lines
is there time for a long sad story
or should we be quiet?
I wanna live, I wanna stop surviving
let me let fall this burden I've been driving
if it's too much to lay on your shoulder
we get so much stronger
than we need to be
and we can talk like our hearts are never breaking
when we laugh, it's just our souls shaking
can we go to your room
and shiver
together
until
we are still
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