1. |
We Will Float Away
03:41
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I'm done with talkin'
I don't know, what you had to say
I'm cold, I'm humbled
I don't know, was it night or day
but I will give my word
if you turn your fears away
I think that we can learn
and we will float away
I fell the darkness
I don't know, the passing of the days
when I was blinded
by all that light, that you sent my way
only dreaming
it's only a dream
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2. |
Bring It On
03:01
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3. |
Now It’s Alright
03:14
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4. |
These Ain't My Pearls
03:56
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Full of fog and kinda' grey
afore the birds they were a singin'
afore the sun did shed its rays
some were idols, some were prayers
some were anvils dark with rain
some were slippin' like them sand grains
by that river thick with waves
and no these ain't my pearls at all
and no I ain't tryin' to blame
I'm just tryin' to stand tall
but what I fear, standin' here
it all done changed
I guess I'm tired of all this talkin
I guess I'm tired of tryin' to pay
gonna' head out, come the mornin'
early on the break of day
find some idols find some prayers
find some anvils full of rain
do some slippin' like them sand grains
by that river thick with waves
and no these ain't my pearls at all
and no I ain't tryin' to blame
I'm just tryin' to stand tall
but what I fear, standin' here
it all done changed
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5. |
Seven Hours Till Dawn
02:35
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Seven hours til dawn
got my blue suede boots
got my travellin' pack
got my cattle eyed coat
in the back of the van
got my walkin' face on
my own slice of what wrong
my own version of right
my own piece of what's mine
and the moon marks the night
and the clock ticks the time
seven hours til dawn
seven hours too long
can the winner give
can a new round begin
does it matter who's strong
do the questions belong
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6. |
Break It Apart
02:48
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7. |
Your Lies Are Gone
01:52
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What burns burns and what's not is left to dry
the back place
just wait what's left is only sky
keeper of charms and keeper of denial
I have found my escape I throw them to the fire
your lies are gone and I did learn
your lies are gone I can hear them burn
your lies are gone
your a fine little bird
don't block my path I'm gonna pluck your feathers
make em burn
your fine little world
cuttin to the bone and flesh and stone and dirt and pearls
your lies are gone and I did learn
your lies are gone I can hear them burn
your lies are gone
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8. |
You Hold Mine
03:40
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Even with miles between us
thoughts beneath us
when words are failing
light is waning, aye, aye aye
times are crashing
chances are passing
all is fleeting
when there's no feeling
even when bones are aching
even when hearts are straying
I hold yours
you hold mine
even with forgotten memories
even with long-shot remedies
all my weakness
empty pieces
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9. |
Brown Like Your Cinnamon
02:34
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Jambalaya on a crawfish saturday
dragonfly business on this voodoo holiday
deep are the pockets that can puppetize a town
you hold the leases to my sacramental vows
hold your hushes I'm still tryin to persuade
cuz you know that this here outcome,
it still ain't preordained
you see this situation and this taste can't be denied
you're stealin' all my bases,
I don't think that you're even tryin'
and it's new orleans for the mornin'
and then i'll head to shreveport if you don't leave no resort
or to jackson for some action
maybe up to carolina
you know there ain't no finer kind of blue
and when it starts a rainin' Hit's a deluge from the sky
the sun comes out to change the air, but nothin' seems to dry
I take another breath of steam and salt and sex and style
you're stealin' all my options
I don't think that you even know why
and it's new orleans for the mornin'
and then i'll head to shreveport if you don't leave no resort
or to jackson for some action
maybe up to carolina
you know there ain't no finer kind of blue
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11. |
Plain As White
02:28
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Cold as town and plain as white
old like clay and days like nights
and your tears they don't fall
do you feel this at all
has your bitter gone dry
don't you ever ask why
only sounds and paper parts
up and down and here we aren't
and your tears just won't fall
do you feel this at all
has your bitter gone dry
won't you ever ask why
it's
cold as town and plain as white
old like clay these days like nights
these days like nights
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13. |
Your Color of Blue
02:57
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Hold my hand, paint my heart
lie in sand, lay in darkness
hold my hand, hold my hand
the sky is your color of blue
I look up all I see is you
your eyes and a sky full of blue
I look up all I see is you
hold my hand, paint my heart
lie in sand, lay in darkness
hold my hand, hold my hand
you're painting my heart like it's new
just look what your colors can do
painting my heart like it's new
painting with colors of you
hold my hand, paint my heart
hold my hand, hold my hand
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