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With Our Eyes Closed
03:35
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i use most of my days now for sleeping
i sleep sound through the closing bell
though all the stocking and bonding has them weeping
makes them important i suppose
will something wake me today?
will something wake me today? no
i'm fading, i'm fading
i'm holding on to the bedpost
they're wading through faces
we're dancing on our toes with our eyes closed
at noontime i was dreaming
all about my apropos glow
when the big sun peeled back my eyes
and with a sun-flare finger shake he said
it's all your fault
there's so much work to be done
it's all your fault
you're wasting my light
you're wasting your life
why must you wake me today?
why must you wake me today, sun?
i'm fading, i'm fading
i'm holding on to the bedpost
they're wading through faces
we're dancing on our toes with our eyes closed
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it's a sixteen hour drive back East and we start before day break
I take the first shift since I know I'll be awake
and the darkness melts away before we hit Mile Marker 1
in front me all I see are the foothills and the sun
And it will be your turn to drive once we cross the Great Divide
for now you're fast asleep on the passenger side
Dark clouds gathering behind I won't pay them any mind
We'll keep in front of the storm and and we'll make it home alive
every mile thru the mountains brings more beauty than I've known
I should share with you but I prefer to see it on my own
with Painful on the stereo since I got behind the wheel
I sing with Georgia one more time "Do you know how I feel?"
And it will be your turn to drive once we cross the Great Divide
for now you're fast asleep on the passenger side
Dark clouds gathering behind I won't pay them any mind
We'll keep moving east and I know we'll be fine
We'll keep in front of the storm as we've done since before dawn
There will be nothing but clear skies before too long
There will be nothing but clear skies before too long
There will be nothing but clear skies before too long
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I called my brother and told him stories
About the sweet things you do for me
He said "That girl's no good for you."
I always wanted a baby grand
A guy who walks curbside and holds my hand
But somehow, you'll do
The bar was dark and you looked so pretty
You bought me drinks all night
But I thank my stars you let me get this far
No one knows you like I do
I will race home, I will race home
And I will fill my belly with beer
And I will whisper sweet things in your ear
I will race home, I will race home
I will race right up the stairs
And light the fire when I am near
We get to sleep in on the weekends
And I will hold you when you're tired
But I thank my stars you let me get this far
No one knows you like I do
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Chicago
04:01
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Stumbling thru a dust storm
Showering in the rain pour
It was the first real weekend in summer in this town
Sleeping under the moonlight
Waking up to a fistfight
You were the only love of my life, I suppose
Follow me back to Chicago
I could sing you "Hallelujah"
I could sing your troubles away
Tripping under a canopy
A crowded night in Tennessee
Such confusion with the colors and light
Skipping lampposts with my eyes
The passing lanes they flicker by
Every minute is a mile that divides
Follow me back to Chicago
I could sing you "Hallelujah"
I could sing your troubles away
Follow me up to the rooftops
and out towards the skyline
Please sit with me before it gets late
Follow me back to Chicago
I could sing you "Hallelujah"
I could sing your troubles away
Follow me up to the rooftops
and out towards the skyline
Please sit with me before it's too late
Follow me back to Chicago
I could sing you "Hallelujah"
I could sing your troubles away
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Taking Liberties
04:15
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It's written on your face and I can read it when I catch your eye
If I didn't know you so well I'd never think that it was all a lie
Half the tales you tell are things that never could have happened to you
But I love the fact you've never been hung up on truth
You erase mistakes like no one else could
And always leave in those parts where I look good
I forgive the times when you co-opt my stories as your own
They all become larger than life, but somehow not overblown
You erase mistakes like no one else could
And always leave in those parts where I look good
You have no fear of taking liberties
How to uncover your real life story is a mystery
It's not that I want you to die before me
But if that's the case I want to write your biography
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