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We Can Get It
04:02
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Deep sigh, looked you dead in the eye,laid it out plain, at it again.
Small sips, me and my honey drift across state lines approaching devine.
Hole in the haul, hot spark in the wall, coming out of the blue like there's something to prove.
Once we've got some we can get it that's the name of the biz.
Its a roller-coaster make the most because it is what it is.
Rainy days arise there's no surprise were at the end of our rope.
I've been havin' some hard travelin' I thought you knowed.
Sleep tight, wrapped in the light of our moon dear, it followed us here.
Fruit to be had, so we'll ring the rag till its bone dry, phantasy dies.
limped up out the valley, sun on our backs what held so strong a stress is starting to crack.
Once we've got some we can get it that's the name of the biz.
Its a roller-coaster make the most because it is what it is.
Rainy days arise there's no surprise were at the end of our rope.
I've been havin' some hard travelin' I thought you knowed.
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Dandelion Wine
02:51
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Its never looked so pretty, never felt so right I wanna keep you close to me through these cold, California nights.
Sweated out the fear and centered my chi nothing in the worlds big enough to keep you, away from me.
Let the lawn grow long with weeds and vine.
Fill our pockets to the brim make dandelion wine.
Gossip girls will talk,talk,talk
Lets give em something to do.
Its not what you said but more in how you said it, lets sweep this under the rug and move on, move on and forget it.
You're staring at the stove, pot set to boil with your feet up in a tree and your hands dug, wrist deep in soil.
I cant wait to get you back to the city.
We'll watch the whites of their eyes as they roll.
seeing you lookin' like that keeps my hands busy.
if there's a gulf between us i will row.
Let the lawn grow long with weeds and vine.
Fill our pockets to the brim make dandelion wine.
Gossip girls will talk,talk,talk
Lets give em something to do.
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Swinging Door
02:56
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A Shadow moves behind a curtain, bloods running down the drain.
Felt so real and liberated in that dream and he woke up to heavy rain.
Moved through the day, with a smile on his face for the first time in so long.
Riding in his leased out silver four wheel drive.
Steering wheel veering towards a crowd gathered round outside.
Laughed when he woke but they all missed the joke,wrists bound and ankles tied.
Swinging back door, creak in the floor and hes moving around when you cant keep your eyes open anymore..
Cold Ruger with a long clip stashed underneath his bed.
and a loaded shot gun that he found back in the family shed.
Was absent that day but showed up anyway, you cant say he didnt try.
Swinging back door, creak in the floor and hes moving around when you cant keep your eyes open anymore..
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Its Amazing
03:31
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You probably thought you were special, draw the lines where you wanna make them connect, be cause it felt so electric it was so fine when i recollect.
You've got to go tell your bothers, because its not every day that you meet your first wife, this might be the best day ive had in my whole life.
probably should hit the road now, ive got things to do and deadlines to make, but if I dont say something all night ill lie awake.
I feel like a teenager, when this happens to me, but its all green pastures as far as i can see
It never pays to hold out, so im hedging my bets
But when a man gets lonesome, its amazing how soon he forgets
Ill bet your voice is soft and sweet and your room it smells like sage
I can read you like a book and my name is on the next page.
But once you foots in the front door, you'll find yourself behind a mile long line with all these cheap cassanovas all unaware of whats now mine.
I feel like a teenager, when this happens to me, but its all green pastures as far as i can see
It never pays to hold out, so im hedging my bets
But when a man gets lonesome, its amazing how soon he forgets
But when a man gets lonesome, its amazing how soon he forgets
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Because Its Over
03:16
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I aint ever seen it done before
but down the hall and through a open door i found you
but you found me too.
Sick of soaking in a anxious sweat
shit I aint even left my bed yet and Im through
but whats a poor boy to do
Are you clapping because its over or you enjoyed the show
And have noticed the cold shoulder from all these folks that we used to know.
I've got the time to prove a dead clock right
Arrive by morning if we drive all night how we run
headlong into this web we've spun
Its our gods devine creation
go and ask them braves on the resrvation if its true
dead ends and hard luck for you.
Are you clapping because its over or you enjoyed the show
And have noticed the cold shoulder from all these folks that we used to know.
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J. Wolfe Cleveland, Ohio
A 28 year old songwriter operating out of South New York.
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