1. |
Calling Your Name
05:04
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Open your windows, Unlock all your doors,
Ready the kitchen, Clean out your junk drawers,
There's a new day coming,
And It's calling your name,
So, I'll jump over rooftops
I'll duck, and I'll dive,
The trees look greener through your pretty eyes,
I used to sit here, and wonder why,
From all of these things that have fallen above,
It seems it's the pictures that were dreaming of,
Theres a new picture printing,
And it's calling your name,
So, hey there my love,
I'm standing so still,
Just trying to wonder if you ever will,
Cause I'm tired of caring and sparing and sharing for you
So, forget what you're worth just for awhile,
And look back upon these well traveled miles,
And remember how to forget,
For Awhile.
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Tedious
03:16
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My tedious sins will not be washed away,
By drowning myself in water.
Through the windows and doors and all across the floors,
I've lost my moral compass.
As I fill with rage, I can only turn the page,
Hopin' for another direction.
I can't keep moving with these changing winds,
I've got to carry on,
Lord help me change my evil ways,
Let me right all of my wrongs.
This anguish, and grief it overcomes me,
I let it beat me out of town,
You know I can't decide with these unforsaken lies,
Who is pulling the trigger,
There's a pounding in my head, and it's knocking me dead,
Singing one, two, three it's over,
I can't keep moving with these changing winds,
I've got to carry on,
Lord help me change my evil ways,
Let me right all of my wrongs,
I can't keep moving with these changing winds,
I've got to carry on,
Lord help me change my evil ways,
Let me right all of my wrongs,
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3. |
For Awhile
04:23
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I wish that I could keep you in the palm of my hand,
I wish that we had slowed back down, instead we ran,
And we could just sit here, and talk about ourselves,
For awhile,
The pine trees seemed to slow their sway,
The leaves seems blow a little softer today,
And we could just sit here, and talk about ourselves,
For Awhile,
For Awhile,
In this everlasting season,
I've found nothing, but a lack of reason,
And we could just sit here, and talk about ourselves,
For awhile.
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4. |
Street Parking
04:48
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Hey, all you liars all you one-time chiefs,
Take a look at you, and stop crucifying me
I've got a life to live, and mistakes make,
And all you goodie-two-shoes gonna' take the cake,
I know you will see me going round town,
One shoe is fine if you're hoppin' around,
Well, you better go park in the street,
Well you never know who you'll meet,
Well, you better go park in the street,
Well you never know who you'll meet,
Hey all you yellow-bellied son-of-a-guns,
We're all here cooking, burning under the sun,
We go to school to learn our one, two, threes',
Next thing you know there's a gun at me,
Well done my friend, you've passed the test,
You put yourself with the worst of the best,
Well, you better go park in the street,
Well you never know who you'll meet,
Well, you better go park in the street,
Well you never know who you'll meet,
Well, you better go park in the street,
Well you never know who you'll meet,
Well, you better go park in the street,
Well you never know who you'll meet.
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5. |
End Of The Race
04:23
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I guess we are just starting from the end,
Believing what is real, and not the pretend,
I've tried to move on distain,
I've kept on going but I can't sustain,
We are all animals who think they deserve,
Some sort of closure, and some reserve,
All of these lights come on in my head,
All of these thoughts go wishing me dead,
I've ran along this place,
We're not even close to the end of the race,
Reach out please, and take my hand,
I want you to know this is not the end,
Staring at the damage done by the storm,
All of these memories torn down and worn,
And we are broke from the amount of repair,
But this hope of remembrance hangs in the air,
All of these lights come on in my head,
All of these thoughts go wishing me dead,
I've ran along this place,
We're not even close to the end of the race,
All of these lights come on in my head,
All of these thoughts go wishing me dead,
I've ran along this place,
We're not even close to the end of the race.
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This Pine Box Dayton, Ohio
Alt and Americana
Sandstorm Records
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