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The Hallow
04:53
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Creme de la creme
She's a special blend of Highs and lows
So don't go We'll weather the storm, tether our boats
Those Highs and lows, Girl... I'd love to know.
so don't you go. Ill count back from ten and jump in the deep end.
Take my turn at the gallow, Ill do you some right
Dig my home at the Hallow and kiss me goodnight.
Take my turn at the gallow, Ill do you some right
So don't don't cry, no don't cry girl. Goodbye.
We're side by side and I can confide my darkest lies of youth
Tell you the truth, start it brand new.
Those Highs and lows, Girl... I'd love to know.
so don't you go. Ill count back from ten and jump in the deep end.
Take my turn at the gallow, Ill do you some right
Dig my home at the Hallow and kiss me goodnight.
Take my turn at the gallow, Ill do you some right
So don't don't cry, no don't cry girl. Goodbye.
She got me speaking in tongues. Got me proclaiming shes the one
dont break me down, dont do me no wrong.
From the moment I rise, got that thing, yeah that thing running my mind
dont break me down , dont do me no wrong
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2. |
Bones and Stones
04:00
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Always, for now, and forever. You'll be the girl to catch my eye. Always your love will be rendered. Ill be the boy right by your side.
A painted mare with red blonde hair
Yeah she goes.
Pocket full of bones and stones
Yeah a girl to behold
paint it twice, dont you think twice.
Yeah she goes.
Always, for now, and forever. You'll be the girl to catch my eye. Always your love will be rendered. Ill be the boy right by your side.
A painted mare with red blonde hair
Yeah she goes.
Pocket full of bones and stones
Yeah a girl to behold
paint it twice, dont you think twice.
Yeah she goes.
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High Steppin' Man
03:46
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High Steppin man, with your black and your pen. You frequent my place then out the backdoor with incredible haste.
Wearin' a grin Ill ask how youve been
Wearin' a frown, youve been down and out
Smackin' you lips, two sticks double mint
Wearin' your crown your the talk of the town
High steppin' man, your the checkbook to your friends.
The crest of a wave... of hatred, pain and shame.
Wearin' a grin Ill ask how you again
Wearin' a frown, youve been down and out
Smackin' you lips, two sticks peppermint
Wearin' your crown your the talk of the town
Black leather boots, Impeccable velvet suit, a B League reprieve of Village green preservation society
When will you learn from the bridges you burn?
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Honey Girl
03:23
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Fair weather Flow
03:19
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Down, down, down the rabbit hole cocaine powdered nose with regrets of another night. I'm waiting line "baby, just one more time" again and again tonight
Fair weather Flow.
This highs got me low.
Fair weather flow it comes and it goes. now I'm feeling the glow of the decadence of the night.. I'm waiting line "baby, just one more time" again and again tonight.
Fair weather Flow.
This highs got me low.
The strangers gaze and these desolate days got burning uncontrolled.
Buy her a drink, say what she thinks, then a taxi home alone.
So say la vie with my heart on my sleeve and my brain in smithereens
The strangers gaze and these desolate days got burning
Fair weather Flow.
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6. |
Sugar and Sympathy
04:13
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Well through the night. She teach me the ABC's of wrong and right.
She's everything I've ever wanted and so much more.
All my hopes and dreams are knocking at that door.
So lend me some suger, please. I'm begging for sympathy.
Keep me up all night, forever more.
Well of crow on ice. Lead me through the darkness. Lead me through this night. I spoke to Jesus on a night train at the corner store. Then a technicolor lions roar on the kitchen floor.
So lend me some suger, please. I'm begging for sympathy.
Keep me up all night, forever more.
Halo Moon on the rise. Hear my cry, tonight. Caught in the wave of your tide. Your my kind tonight. Baby, its meant to be.
well through the morning light I rack my brain for innuendo or the perfect line. Its everything I've ever wanted and so much more. All my hopes and dreams are knocking at that door
So lend me some suger, please. I'm begging for sympathy.
Keep me up all night, forever more.
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To the Five
03:57
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You broke my cool, when you walked in the room. When I looked in your eyes girl I knew you'd be playing the fool. Better call it a night, better turn off the light. Better crawl into bed, I know its all in my head.
When I come home, you let me know everything's alright.
When the rain pores and the wind blows we will hold on tight.
You've built me up so no ones going break me down.
This whirling, twirling notion got me spinning round.
Got my hands on my head and my feet on the ground.
Its hard to see straight when the worlds spinning round.
You broke my cool. I've seen every shade of blue. Now your holding my doubts girl in the palm of your hand. Better call it a night, better turn off the light. Better crawl into bed, I know its all in my head.
When I come home, you let me know everything's alright.
When the rain pores and the wind blows we will hold on tight.
You've built me up so no ones going break me down.
This whirling, twirling notion got me spinning round.
Got my hands on my head and my feet on the ground.
Its hard to see straight when the worlds spinning round.
All along, all I've ever wanted was right here. All Along.
All along, I've reveled in the reverie that is your song.
Welcome home.
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Vietnam Circa 1969
04:51
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First son dying in face of dawn with our eyes wide open in the sky. Dig in deep, try to make it though the night. Vietnam circa 1969.
Uh Oh, Oh No. Black water in the well
Sweet Messiah, where you hidden?
Million eyes all along the hillside. Mothers words ringing in and out our minds.Dig in deep, try to make it though the night. Vietnam circa 1969.
Uh Oh, Oh No. Black water in the well
Sweet Messiah, where you hidden?
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