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A Nod to Your Sighs
03:22
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Tonight
The stars look so fine
I look up a lot for answers, but tonight...
I saw something for once
I couldn't find the words
But I sure felt just what it was
Like a nod to my sighs
From someone who had died
Not from God
Or a quiet mind
From the hood of my car
I thought I heard a song that reminds me of being in love
But I came here for myself
Strange that I'm the one who already should know so well
To preserve my own health
To stand up by myself
No third eye, no more help
No someone to put you on your highest shelf
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
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Blanket to Share
02:58
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Where are we headed tonight my friend?
October's so cold with this wind...
Finally caved in and turned the heat on
But here's a blanket that we both can share
Here's a blanket that we both can share, my dear
Here's a blanket that we both can share
Here's a blanket that we both can share, my dear
Here's a blanket that we both can share
Where are we headed tonight my friend?
And why do we try and pretend that this kind of living of warming our own sheets isn't keeping our legs frozen there?
Here's a blanket that we both can share, my dear
Here's a blanket that we both can share
Here's a blanket that we both can share, my dear
Here's a blanket that we both can share
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Speeding Down a Byway
02:44
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Do you live your life with your windows down, as if time stops to wait for you?
I'm stuck in traffic anyway
Long before your beachside kettle whistled "tea for two"
Speeding past a Whatcom county byway I lamented
A summer we pretended our dreams were connected
I don't take anything in my Earl Grey
But this memory takes a spoonful of white sugar, still
Packets from an Esso on zero avenue
Thought it tasted better
But it only tasted bitter
Sipping from your rear-view mirror... Is that too warm for you?
Speeding past a Whatcom county byway I lamented
A summer we pretended our dreams were connected
Hey have you seen my keys?
I'm looking for a breeze...
My days roll by with the windows down
And the hair of my heart's a pompadour
You write proud headings at the top of evening entries
Shout about a novel feeling fleeting past you by the shore
Speeding past a Whatcom county byway I lamented
A summer we pretended our dreams were connected
I don't take anything in my Earl Grey
But this memory takes a packet of white sugar still
Dusk falls, your cup it starts to chill
And I don't take anything in my Earl Grey
But this memory's always sweet
sweet
sweet
sweet
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Grow Up, So Long
02:29
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I have been dreaming of building a home with you
But homes don’t grow on hearts that act sixteen
Beneath my windshield wiper I had drawn some stationery from you
I’m enamoured by your cursive
You drew fireworks beneath your dotted “I”s and crossed off “T”s
You said “You can call me if you want”
And I do, because I’m a fool in my own heart
Whatever you need
I’m back at the start
Even though the curtain’s falling blue
I smile, because I can see that you can make beauty in tragedy
And cinema in how you walk away from me
Sorry that I keep you waiting for my words
I don’t know my lines
We’re just two actors in this little scene
Shedding tears that smudge your Maybelline
See you sometime
See you please
“I know that’s what you want”
So stay true
Stay tuned
to your dreams
You care
You want
We wave
Sweethearts
Grow up
So long
Move on
Goodbye
Sweetheart
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I'm moving out of this old basement suite
To a place where I can try to stand again
Though my landlord is livid, I'll still sign a new lease
How bad it tastes to oil your pans in fresh defeat...
Yet here I am, one plate of white rice
Learning how to start again without my pride
A broken couch in the stairway
High with my friends on a Sunday
I'm coming down from the third floor of my dream
Nice to be lucid but the wake-ups can be mean
One year somewhat older, and fewer times that I'm deceived
But I'm shocked to find my truth is well-received
Yet here I am, one plate of white rice
Learning how to start again without my pride
A broken couch in the stairway
High with my friends on a Sunday
Why don't you come on over?
Duty-free Scotch from the border
These nice chairs where we're sitting
Don't mistake them for living
This saga's finally over
This saga's finally over
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