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I Heard A Distant Call
03:30
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I heard a distant call
A distant pull on my arm
Lying to my good luck charm
Lying to my mind
Dreamin’ till the truth sets in
I should’ve let you dream with me
Lying to my good luck charm
Lying to believe
I heard a distant call
It was nothing at all
I heard a distant call
It was nothing
It was nothing
It was nothing at all
Did you hear the one about
Selling the farm to buy the house
I lost my chance to test the line
I guess i’m doing fine
Chorus
I should’ve trusted your instincts
Known by now mine always stink
I should’ve gone with you, I should’ve known what was best
I guess I needed rest
Chorus
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Magnetic Hearts
01:55
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In the beginning of the end
We were forever friends
Hug and hold a hand
Breathe each other in
In the middle of the start
We were magnetic hearts
Two pulls, two poles, too bad
We did each other in
In the last of the beginning
We lasted to the ending
Didn’t we look quite a pair when
Our hearts were singing
In the loop that is believe
We were forced to slink and sleek
Grabbing on a dream’s thin tail
Hoping golds beneath them hills
In the aftermath of fate
When we knew we were too late
Too close to over to restart we lost the
Magnets in our heart
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Every song, another question
Every sentence, so sincere
Every time you think you miss them
Lonely endings reappear
Every house, another portal
Every fence, another dream
Every baby newly bouncing
Pray that things aren’t what they seem
Even on the brightest morning
Caught between the silver light
Every shadow hides a dawning like you
Would imagine shadows might
All the big ideas are dead
That’s all i’ve ever really meant
Every light, another good day
Every heaven, upward sent
Every moon, from all the angles
Lonely in its’ element
Even on the brightest morning
Caught between the silver light
Every shadow hides a dawning like you
Would imagine shadows might
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4. |
It Takes A Thief
03:36
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It takes a thief
It takes a tour guide
It takes some time to recognize
It takes the street
It takes the gaslight
It takes the distance that it buys
It takes a thief
It takes a tour guide
It takes some time to recognize
It takes the street
It takes the gaslight
It takes the distance in your eyes
Your head is your home, but
You don’t know when you’ll be back
Oh, what place do you go
The places i know you know i mean
Wild at heart, tired of art
Are not a healthy combination
It takes a thief
It takes a tour guide
It takes some time recognize
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Put the phone away please
Can I get some of your time
Undivided
Undistracted
Can you put your eyes on mine
Tell me what’s got you so blue
Can you trust me with your crime
Unchallenged
Unobjected
Can you put your eyes on mine
What’s this modern fascination
Distraction from our hearts
The safest cage is still a home
The blankest page still art
I’ve got an idea to try
pretend we’re back in time
Unburdened
Unable
To keep your eyes off mine
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Honest In Disguise
02:37
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I can’t believe the truth sometimes
It’s all wrapped in lies
I’m not saying you’re not being honest
Just maybe honest in disguise
I can’t believe my luck sometimes
It’s hard enough to fail
I’m not saying i don’t deserve it
But God, are you for real
I can’t go back in time sometimes
Memory is just barbed wire
I’m not saying it’s too high a fence
Just that maybe a fall will scar
I can’t be the world i need sometimes
My ego might just need a friend
I’m not saying I’m not capable
But God, if not now when
I can’t believe the truth sometimes
It’s all wrapped in lies
I’m not saying you’re not being honest
Just maybe honest in disguise
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Space Between The Days
02:38
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In the still of morning air
Painted on the sky’s tall walls
In the morning I don’t care
What was said for spite or cause
And if you ever get the urge
To wake up from those dreams you’re falling
You can call it steps towards proof
That from the grip of death you’re crawling
In the space between the days
What some call peace and some delay
You can hold your head up high
If only with a dreamer’s grace
If the dust of morning shakes
Itself off you in great escapes
It will return to say it’s peace
Rearranged but thick as thieves
Just how we believed
I say deep breaths should be in order
You tell me that of course they are
In the space between the days
What some call peace and some delay
I guess that’s where we’ll stay
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When The Bells Rang Out
02:59
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How did it sound when the bells rang out
Did it timber like trees
And howl like a mouth
I’ve never heard anything like it
And i trust you to tell me
If you can describe it
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Because I Don't Want To
02:00
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Because I don’t want to, that’s why
Can’t say more than that, I’ve done most what you’ve asked
But I draw the line at that
Because the real reason is
Something more deep, something more indiscreet
And I still just can’t, just, no
What’s the difference in a night’s rest
The mornings are nothing new
The arc of our joy is long and slow
Nothing you’d notice with the dew
Doesn’t it just get your goat
These words that won’t leave your throat
Cause it really seems like it does
And I love how you know that I know
Say again what you mean
Can’t hear you over the wind
I couldn’t hear you please say it again
Say again what you mean
Because I don’t want to, that’s why
Can’t say more than that, I’ve done most what you’ve asked
But I draw the line at that
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So Many Nights
03:05
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So many nights, so many poisons
So many hearts inside
So many needs, so many noises
So many ways to die
So many doubts, so many warnings
So many stars in the sky
So many dreams, so many boring
So many ways to die
So many shouts, so many stories
So many pints gone dry
So many roads, so many dark lanes
So many ways to die
So many hints, so many hanging
So many hands untied
So many hopes, so many misdeeds
So many ways to die
So many worlds, so many choices
So many lonely nights
So many fears, so many voices
So many ways to die
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See the morning moon low in the sky
On a turquoise hill, pale and wide
Shrinking in his age, stooping in his height
Hiding from the spoils of the night
Hiding from the spoils of the night
See the forlorn fool lost in his own mind
Unrequited love is not a victimless crime
Torn by the neon, and cut by the bar
The shadows of morning cover his scars
The shadows of morning cover his scars
Shadows
Several someones have tried with much might
To climb the wall that keeps him climbing at night
He’s not being chased, or being followed
But when he slows down he finds it hard to swallow
When he slows down he finds it hard to swallow
Shadows
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Book Club Atlanta, Georgia
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