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Sun Don't Shine
03:05
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I went down to the river
To get my lungs wet
But you were already there
Gasping for air,
and I knew we weren't finished yet
If we drive straight through the night we
Might make it out okay
But if I promise to stay conscious and not think about the past
Will you promise to do the same?
When the sun don't shine
Shine down on you
When the sun don't shine
Shine down on you
You've got scars on your legs and
You're scratching at your arms
But there's a body in the trunk
Whose worse off then both of us
You ramble like a poet
Piercing stanzas forged in flame,
But a dagger's like the truth because it never makes a noise
And yet it kills you just the same
When we get down to the river
We can leave this all behind
And if you keep promising you'll try make it through the day
then I promise I'll never mind
When the sun don't shine
Shine down on you
When the sun don't shine
Shine down on you
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2. |
Good Woman
02:09
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I want a woman with bright blue eyes,
someone who will smile in the summertime.
And I want a woman who won't sleep all day,
And I want a woman who will stay up late.
And I want a woman who is small and thin,
Smart and reads books and is soft spoken.
And I want a woman with no makeup on,
You look better without all that makeup on.
And I want a woman who is skinny and pale,
But not too skinny and not too pale.
And I want a woman who can speak her mind,
And I want woman who won't talk all the time.
And I want a woman who is never sad,
A pretty girl like that should never be sad.
I want a woman who'll lay out on the floor,
But just for me because I don't want a whore.
And I want a woman smart enough to see,
how hard it is to find a good man like me.
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3. |
Shelia
02:02
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Shelia,
You'll be my wife you'll share my life
You'll be my wife you'll share my life
We will grow old
We will grow old
And when we die we'll bury ourselves
And when we die we'll bury ourselves
'cause noone wants to die alone
'cause noone wants to die alone
'cause noone wants to die..
Shelia,
We'll die alone together
We'll die alone together
We'll die alone together
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4. |
San Diego
02:46
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The city lights have turned to orange and blue,
Let me take a photograph before you move.
Whiskey gaze and the night staring back,
Pressed against the window with your eyes painted black.
Living from your suitcase strewn out on the floor,
We could pack it up and make a run for the shore.
Well I'll be quiet if you'll be still,
Smoke a cigarette in the windowsill.
And I'll be quiet if you'll be still,
Smoke a cigarette in the windowsill.
Buried under celluloid and leaves of grass,
when you get the Fear we can help it pass.
Your rolling bones were born to roam,
What use do we have for a word like home?
We could burn our labels and our watches and our phones,
head out to the woods into parts unknown.
Leave the world behind and we can both be free,
Spend the nights out underneath the sunset tree.
And I'll be quiet if you'll be still,
Smoke a cigarette in the windowsill.
And I'll be quiet if you'll be still,
Smoke a cigarette in the windowsill.
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Ramshackle
03:53
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You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone
Your old bones are on their own
So take off your coat
Put a song in your throat
Let the dead-beats pound all around
We will go
Nowhere we know
We don't have to talk at all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all
The bargains you drag
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle land
Let the rats watch the races
We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all
Praises get spent
Your trick face is bent
Pigsties and prizes
'Cause there's no kind of well
You're suiting yourself
You leave yourself behind
We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Your hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
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