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Rain, Rain
03:56
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I could say something clever
About my dreams, about the weather
But I’m just looking out the window now
Though we do think out loud
In love and in doubt
Come and find me all washed out in it
Rain, rain, rain, rain
Coming down on me
Rain, rain
There’s a kind of light
If you’re holding it right
You can almost see me shimmer
I’ll make room in the quiet
It floats like a choir
In the night coming together
Rain, rain, rain, rain
Coming down on me
Rain, rain
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Horses
04:46
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Well, I showed up to the party
But I had nothing to say
And everywhere I stood, I stood, I stood
I stood in someone’s way
And some dude kept fucking with the stereo
And someone else drank all the wine
And in one corner a couple was making out
And in another a girl was crying
And I thought about horses running through dusty fields
I thought about horses running
Running, running
Well, I could barely manage any words today
Except for “Hey, how’s it going?”
When I showed up to your apartment
Where I could listen to you talking
And I took you by the hand
And we laid down on your couch
You brushed your fingers across my face
I brushed my fingers across your mouth
And I thought about horses running through dusty fields
I thought about horses running
Running, Running
Poor tired little horses
Poor tired little horses…
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3. |
Nashville
02:32
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All my friends are moving down to Nashville
Where it’s warm and the music never ends
All my friends are moving down to Nashville
To start over again
Well, it’s cold back home in New York City
And it’s quiet down here by the shore
All my friends are moving down to Nashville
Looking for something more
But where do you go to when you are falling asleep at night?
Are you back with the band, guitar in hand, kicking out the lights?
Well, they’re bitching about the traffic down in Austin
The over saturation in L.A.
All my friends are moving down to Nashville
Looking for a place to play
All my friends are moving down to Nashville
Where it’s warm and the music never ends
All my friends are moving down to Nashville
They’re gonna try their hand
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4. |
Scrimshaw
03:18
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Leaving the caravan
Racing out to the sand
Losing just where I am
Losing where I began
Falling out
Nights in the wake unfold
Lights paint the halls in gold
Death dreams to call me home
To carve its name on my bones
Falling Out
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California
03:12
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Waking up from heavy dreams
Fold the days back from their seams
Shadows form and fall in blue
And of course I'll do that too
I thought California would be different
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6. |
Mosquito Dreams
04:12
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Loving you is like a curse
You scratch the itch and it makes it worse
Everyone knows better
Than to drink from standing water
What do mosquitoes dream about?
Every day is like the last
You suffocate or you break the glass
They used to keep
An ax around for these sorts of things
What do mosquitoes dream about?
Loving you is like a curse
Loving you is like a curse
Loving you, loving you
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7. |
Frustrated Painters
03:34
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Red paint
On my finger tips
Damage
Plucked from violins
There’s a thought
On the tip of my tongue
But I
I can’t get to it
Oh love
Is this the end?
Oh love
What happens next?
Close your eyes
And count to ten
Close your eyes
And start again
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8. |
Flamingo Pink
02:46
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Tell me what you’re thinking about
Tell me that I’m wrong
Tell me that you’re tired of singing
The same sad country song
I’m standing in your doorway again
And it’s a funny thing
Hanging on the line of what you leave behind
And what you say you’ll bring
All dressed up in your favorite color
Flamingo Pink
Tear up all my best laid plans and
Set ‘em to the wind
Man, I miss the road
Well, where’d you want to go?
Well, where’d you say you’ve been?
Pin me to the sun now, honey
And watch me as I sink
I’ll paint the whole town red
Blue and gold instead
Tell me what you think…
Maybe just your favorite color
Flamingo Pink
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Comber
03:04
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Waves in the morning
Roll under the sun
Dreams in the evening
Everyone has gone
Never thought I’d find you here
We of the bright light
We of the rain
Days growing shorter
Hold onto me
Never thought I’d find you here
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