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Rumney
03:48
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Drove up to Rumney Left at nine
Sit in the sun as it bites
At my oh
Only tongue
Oh At my tongue
I came uptown
You kick me to the gutter
I stay around
You laugh when I stutter
You cringe when I mutter
Drove up to see what's cooking now
Out on the knife edge
We look down
At our hands
We used to move
Now we're stagnant
Like the dust
You sure are humble
Times when it don't matter
I tend to wanna crumble
I tend to wanna shatter
When I go uptown
You kick me to the gutter
As if I like attention
You laugh when I stutter
You cringe when I mutter
You say it does not
You say it does not matter
But I think it matters
You say it does not!
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Sopranos
03:46
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You ever feel like nothin
Good ever happened to you?
Yeah and nothin did
I shouldn't have done those things you did
When you lost your faith
In the house next to mine
Well I lost my faith
On the roof outside
If you ever did run away
You know we'd come to find ya
Running is overrated
With no one following close behind
When you lost your faith
In the house next to mine
Well I lost my faith
On the roof outside
I went to see the swimming fishes
I've gone swimming with the fishes
I have gone swimming with the fishes
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3. |
Chester Cab
03:38
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Well what's the chance that the
Spark in your eye was caused from
The glare of the sun
I thought it was from me
And your southern drawl
Cuts my breath in two
And my yankee walls
Rot away now that we're through
Well there's a chance that the
Rock in my shoe was causin
The skip in my step when you
Knocked on my world
And your southern drawl
Cuts my breath in two
And my yankee walls
Fill the void now that we're through
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Amber Tiles
02:49
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Carl Jung I think I know what you're thinking
Sewing trees in to curtains
Just to get some fresh air
Why don't you separate the grass from the greener side of things?
Face down on these amber tiles
Stepping out from the trickles of the cold shower
B.F. I think you're stuck on the brink of
Stomping words into position
Just to start a conversation
How 'bout ya tie up your boots before you jump in them?
Face down on these amber tiles
Stepping out from the trickles of the cold shower
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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5. |
Fight With Fog
03:24
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Even in the desert at night
Rain piles on
I got in a fight with fog
Barking at a lost cause
Suspended in mid air for
Not more than one or two seconds
Even up on high
Before you caught my eye
I guess I had it all wrong
This time and all along
Suspended in mid air for
Not more than one or two seconds
Thinking about all of
The clouds that you are part of
Even under millions of waves
Currents push us around
I got in a fight with fog
Barking at the lost cause
Suspended in mid air for
A lot more than one or two seconds
Thinking about all of
The clouds that your head is in
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Digging
03:15
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Counting the years that I spent on this
Small town sidewalk content about it
Start again to maybe try to reassess
Minutes spent quiet being so sick of it
Digging deep now
Finding nothing to say
You'll know if I mean it
If it's spoken
Spoken
Fussing over just exactly how I walk
Sizing up these tall steps
Don't reckon that I'll make the push up them
My legs feel stiff just thinking about it
Digging deep now
Finding nothing to say
You'll know if I mean it
If it's spoken
Spoken
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Blind Sided
03:49
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Blind sided
I confided in the friendly-eyed
Start hissing about
How I end up missing everything
You grew up on a cold day
Growing out your nicest feathers
Pushing on me ever so slightly
Easily will tip me over
Heavy handed
I am stranded on a boat in bottle
Start stretching
Thoughts have landed up on thick curved glass
You grew up on a cold day
Growing out your nicest feathers
Pushing on me ever so slightly
Easily will tip me over
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It's Two
03:03
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Out on the surface
I'm love exempt
Down underneath
I'm claiming independence
But still somehow
It's two to be whole
Out on asphalt
I'm a two bit figurine
Up on the roof
I'm full of meaning
It's two to be whole
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9. |
In The Gut
02:02
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Well if you couldn't have got along
I'd suggest we meet later on
When you've cut off your sleeve
But maybe you kept a hint of me
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