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Street Sweeper
04:41
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Street Sweeper
Jessie, we’ve been here before
Bought a ticket to the movie
Ya, you’ve seen this show
I hope I can retain your intention without being bored
Jessie, I know I can’t
Be someone else
And you said that you put all your ghosts on a shelf
But they come back to you when you keep an open door
But I, I can’t compete
I’ll keep my street clean
Keep on dreaming
I said that I,
I can’t compete
I’ll keep my street clean just keep dreaming
Jessie, you keep your mind so open
Seasons rain and snow
You see the ocean
But you can’t escape you’re own fait so just slip right into it
Everything is warm
The water is fine
It may not be what you want but it’s made
Specifically for your very own mind
People come and go
But I, I can’t compete
I’ll keep my street clean
Keep on dreaming
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Luke the Drifter
02:54
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Luke the Drifter
You’d better find out just who you are
Passed out drunk in some old beat up car
Dreams always said I would go far
Burned out quicker than a real shooting star
Listen to my dreams at your local bar
Then I’ll black out back in my own front yard
He traded his peace and he gave us his heart
Then he died drunk in the back of some old beat up car
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3. |
Missing Your Ghost
02:42
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Missing Your Ghost
I visit your graveyard at night
Guess I still miss your ghost
Bring my Christmas toast back to me
I’ve been through your garden of love
I did not pick a single flower there
Cause when you pick it it dies, I want to stay alive in your love
As we wander through life
We only know so little
As we wander through time, again
Through time, we only know so little
I step in your hot air balloon ride
Floating so high above a hill, in the sky
Looking down at the ground we were specks just moments ago
Now we’re somewhere …
Higher than high can be
I listen close, as you say to me
Love keeps us alive
I can see it in your eyes, in the skies
As we wander through life
We only know so little
But love keeps us alive
As I wander through your skies
As I wander through your skies
I know so little
But love keeps us alive
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Australia
Australia
Don’t ever take me
As someone who stays the same
Dream as you are
I’ll be stuck on
Some mountain range
Australia
I’ve never been there
They tell me it’s great
Ah, stay as you are
Don’t ever
Let changes change
I’ve always felt the same way
Australias a world away
I’m leaving the black and white USA
And seeking a down under permanent gray
Ah, Australia
I’ve booked my ticket
The plane leaves today
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Too Much Space
I have so little to say about it
Just can’t live without it
With you, me
Something’s got to give and it’s something I can’t see yet
I live with many regrets about the things I’ve said, things I’ve done
Can’t be undone
Now there’s space between us
There’s too much space between us
I can see your pictures
I forget about your face
Seems to look different in person
There’s something you can’t get away with
There’s too much space between us
And there’s too much space between us
Show me a smiling face
It doesn’t mean much
Doesn’t say how you feel
And I can’t trust what is real
We have lost some trust
There’s a part of me I hate when I think of you
It comes through
It’s bubbling beneath even though I don’t want it to
And there’s too much space between us
There is too much space between us
There is too much space between us
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Denial
Whys it so hard to face me?
She said with a lying smile
Sistine had her trumpets
That were playing all the while
In a dream theres no one else
Who you can be
In a dream you go far
But you never really leave
Walking a crooked mile
you’re walking a crooked mile
Why am I so shy?
Just can’t explain
Why I see so many believers
But I can’t believe in my brain
I can take your advice
Turning tricks in my mind
I can fast escape
But I don’t really have the time
Walking a crooked mile
Walking a crooked mile
You’re walking a crooked mile
walking a crooked mile
All the time you’re in denial
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Won’t be on Your Hook Again
When I saw you this morning
wondering if you had fun in the bush with nothing in hand
Your eyes said oasis
I had died in the desert of your distant lands
Your wretched love
Is the kind I should leave behind
I was a hunk of meat
You had left drying, hanging the whole time
I won’t be on your hook again
No, I won’t be on your hook again
A temple doomed heart
That you sent to my phone
And later you showed me
When we were jonesing alone
I fire bombed trust
Like you were 1969
Don’t want to relive
As a member of the slaughterhouse five
I won’t be on your hook again
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8. |
There's Always Tomorrow
02:10
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There's Always Tomorrow
There always is tomorrow
For your love
No more pain and sorrow
It can stay under yesterdays sun
And the rain of today
Can make a rainbow in your eyes
Why, oh why can’t I be
The sun in your tomorrows skies?
There is always tomorrow
For your love
No more pain and sorrow
It can stay under yesterdays sun
It can stay under yesterdays sun
It can stay under yesterdays sun
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Saturday Morning Comedown
It’s just a Saturday morning comedown
There was a Friday night special across town
I was looking for you, you were nowhere to be found
Now you’re in my head and in my bed on this Saturday morning comedown
Saturday morning comedown
Saturday morning comedown
I pretended to be perfect and it showed
Maybe we’ll drive to a different country
Canada or Mexico
I could be a ripple in your undertow
Said, I can float in your love if you’ll let me
It’s just a Saturday morning comedown
Saturday morning comedown
It’s just a getaway drive to no destination
I’m a sucker for worst things in my self righteous alienation
Metaphors can’t describe the way I feel
A picture can’t take the place of a moment thats real
But it’s a Saturday morning comedown
Saturday morning comedown
I wonder where the tempest is burning out these days
Maybe Bruce Berry felt the same way
I guess Alice can’t always be so free and fun
I can’t be the cool cat and the rabbit on the run
From the puke stained cobble stones
To the alleyways all alone
I just want something
To make me feel something
I just want something to make me feel something
You hammer those nails left hanging when you’re bored
You are enough don’t need to be anything more
I should have been home the night before
Now I’m a hungover stranger at your door
It’s just a Saturday morning comedown
Saturday morning comedown
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Born Adult Baby
03:28
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Born Adult Baby
Born adult baby how can you live so naive?
How can you have faith if you always just believe?
I’d like to give my trust I can no longer afford
To be your friend when I’m a stranger at your door
Oh can’t I pretend?
Oh can’t I pretend just a little bit more?
Oh can’t I pretend?
Oh mama can’t I pretend just a little bit more?
See something done, see it all the way through
Some legal action may be required before I can trust you
I’ve got a spine that’s been tapped, many times
I wish it was fiction but it’s medical friction, in my mind
Oh can’t I pretend?
Mama can’t I pretend just a little bit more?
Oh can’t I pretend?
Mama can’t I pretend just a little bit more?
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