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Love Gun Shy
02:51
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The covers have been taken off
The crystal mood is broken
The things she wore to show her off
Lie piled up in a corner
The calendar is empty
Except for rained-out holidays
You're much older than 20
The years between have been misplaced
You're love gun-shy, you're love gun-shy.
And you're not sure just what you should do
But you feel like the moment is now to decide.
You're love gun-shy.
The beggar's sign is wet with rain
His feet are black and shoeless
Early on, somehow, we're trained
To try, although it's useless.
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2. |
That's Not All I Know
03:36
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Tell the moon to hurry up and rise
and be a bowl to hold these awful tears of mine
I'm gonna go on missing her till the day she comes home
That's all I'm sayin', but that's not all I know.
A gin and tonic here costs $7.50
but it's a funny kind of plane that doesn't lift me
I'm gonna go on . . .
The moon's the only jewel she left behind her
She's off someplace where I won't ever find her
I'm gonna go on . . .
She took a lot that I don't want returned
I just want back those things I thought I'd learned.
I'm gonna go on . . .
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3. |
How I'm Feeling Now
02:33
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It's cold here. It's cold nearly every place I've lived.
I've moved around some, but I still feel the way I did.
You say you've no more use for me
I can't help it I agree
I can't help how I'm feeling now.
I'm tied up. I'm tired of faking this brave face.
Putting one foot ahead of the other to go no place.
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4. |
Lord of the Pines
04:30
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All these woods are mine, all these woods are mine.
Wherever that you go, you'll be safe I know, all these woods are mine.
All these woods are mine, all these woods are mine.
Wherever you lie down will be dry ground, all these woods are mine.
All these woods are mine, all these woods are mine.
Every hill you see, every tall dark tree, all these woods are mine.
All these woods are mine, all these woods are mine.
Old trees that grow high and close, all these woods are mine.
I'm the Lord of the Pines, I'm the Lord of the Pines.
Ain't nobody can hurt you in these woods, so deep and fine.
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5. |
Sculpture Garden
03:40
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I miss the girl that I missed, that I should have kissed
Like in some sad movie
I miss the money I had, and I'm feeling bad
And well wouldn't you be?
Boxes and chairs on the stairs - don't go up there
Or you'll be sorry.
And all the snow on the moon will be melting soon -
Why should we worry?
Every little thing that I say comes out the wrong way
In the sculpture garden
Now I'm calling you on the phone. Pick up if you're home -
I beg your pardon.
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There is no one left here to talk with - I'm talking to myself
Pick up and put down the receiver - talking to myself.
Forever's not a word you should trust
Sunshine national dust
Forever's not over yet, for one of us.
No one comes to see where I'm hiding - I'm talking to myself
No one reads these things I am writing - talking to myself.
I can't do nothing without my baby
I can't do nothing without her
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7. |
I Know My Way From Here
02:24
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You don't need to call for me, like you're lost and can't be found, because my heart it is a compass, and as long as it keeps pumping blood, it'll never let you down. Before you have the chance to cry a tear because you feel alone, I'll be with you my dear.
The nighttime's not as easy for you as some might think. All these questions that pursue you when the sun is gone don't do you any good but cause you pain -- such as "Do I really need you" and "Will I come back again" - stop asking them, my dear, because
I know my way from here, I know my way from here.
Love straightens out the twisted path and keeps my vision clear.
I know my way from here.
There've been others that have hurt you but their hearts are not like mine. They come to the conclusion once the heat of love's confusion's been exhausted and subsides that you are just a streetlight in a world of chandeliers, but it's your light that draws me near.
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8. |
All My Friends and Me
03:07
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All the lights have been turned out
We're lying here waiting for the candles to burn out.
The last candle drowns in the wax . . .
If we ventured out now, could we find our way back?
Tell me the truth, did you know,
When this thing began, just how far it would go?
Tell the tale to your kids:
Don't let them dig in the dirt where we did what we did.
Someday, all my friends and me, you won't be around to see.
Someday, all my friends and me.
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Matt Van Winkle Pennsylvania
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