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Oh, don't you grieve, don't cry, don't weep
Your tears are just the creek on which you float away from me
You gotta have the heart of a lion
Hey don't you sigh, don't sigh, don't breathe
Your breath is just the air on which you drift away from me
You gotta have the lungs of a whale
Past packing day and it's okay
Past packing day and it's okay
This one's coming down to the wire
Blind in the steam, bogged in the mire
Hey, don't you look, don't look, don't see
Your vision's just the road on which you drive away from me
You gotta have a love like a fire
Past packing day and it's okay
Past packing day and it's okay
We're just a product of these times
And must not atone for lives of crime
For lives of crime
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There's a light beyond the sticks and stones
Past the piles of broken bones
It could melt a frozen heart if it needs to be so
It's the place to cut the weeds and wires
And dodge the thorns and quills
It's the place divides divide
Where the river stands still
It is time to weather stormy seas
And suck the venom clear
We could clean the poison pains
And while we are here
We could shake the buzzards off our tails
And keep the snakes at bay
Hear the sirens fade and the thunder rumble away
Its the place tectonic plates will pass each other not to touch
That's the sound of the new silent life
It's the place where all divides divide and the rivers all stand still
That's the sound of the new silent life
That's the sound of the new silent life
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There is peace in the belly of the beast
There is no alarm in the least
For a thousand and one flashlights in one place
And the glow of the thousand TV waves
Out on the great green wash there's foam where spiders walk and
Ride the tides to take them home to empty webs and
From the land of sky blue waters to the belly of the beast
There is calm in the valley of the dogs
There is light in the caves and in the bogs
For a thousand and one flashlights in one place
And the glow of the thousand TV waves
And the glow of the thousand TV waves
And the fires of each forgotten space
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A canyon girl 'neath imaginary skies is beckoning
In a fictional world, I fear I got no business being in
But, cover me, âЂ?cause I'm going in
And I won't return back to the run of the mill again
A canyon girl from the end of the winding road is calling
From a faraway place, that's the furthest point from the one I'm living in
So, wait for me, âЂ?cause I'll be climbing in
And I won't return back to the run of the mill again
'Cause I've been waiting for you to wave me in
And I won't return to the wind and the cold and the snow again,
To the darkest places I have been,
Back to the run of the mill again
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Taking gulps of big blue sea
Of Georgia peach and Texas tea
The sands of time stuck in your shoe
They make you cross, they make you blue
Whatever happened to you?
You were born in the seventies
The ins and outs and colds and hots
Lost in space and parking lots
4:44's and 5:55's
They get me off, they get me high
So whatever happened to me?
I was born in the seventies
And you were born,
Your were born in the seventies
And we were born,
We were born in the seventies
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let your pollen fly
on the legs of bees
through the pines
through the briers
down to the bright sea
let it fall on the fields and the haystacks
on the eye of a flea on a bears back
take your earplugs out
hear what the birds have to say
they've been trying
they've been trying
and the birds tire today
and they're waiting around for the wind
sick of waiting around for a win
up at the lookout point
and down in make out creek
love is lying
in the sun
and oh thank god for sleep
and they're waiting around for a sign
sick of waiting around for a sign
I've been trying
I've been trying
I've been trying
I've been trying
I've been trying
I've been trying
I've been trying
I've been trying
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You hurt your foot roller skating down by the bay
You lost you voice singing along to Raspberry Beret
So I'll do my part, not to break your heart
And baby don't break mine
Because I adore you
And I know for sure you're the spark on the sun
In the barrel race, you cracked a rib and skinned up your knee
And you lost a tooth in the earthquake of '73
So I'll do my part, not to break your heart
And baby, please don't break mine
Because I want you
And I want to just let you know
That I adore you
And I know for sure you're the spark on the sun
On the sun, on the sun, on the sun
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out in the world, when your only friend is a travler's song
when your time, and your money, and your best girl are gone
you can't go back if the road keeps moving along
can't go back if the road keeps moving along
cause someday a tremor'll pull your cities into the sea
you can't win a battle a fight with the forces of gravity
you can't stand up if gravities dragin' ya down
can't stand up if gravities dragin' ya down
down in the trench when you find yourself in the tiger's jaws
and the fire in your belly and piss and vinegers gone
God's no better than you, just bigger is all
God's no better than me, just bigger is all
God's no better than us, just bigger is all
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'Cross the rows of palm trees blows
The wind that blew my heart away
Rusty waves try in vain to catch
The wind that blew my heart away
Turn this plane around right now
Cause I'm done with all this shit
Save yourself, save yourself
Cause I'm sinking with this ship
Cross the waves of static fading plays
The song that stole my heart away
Satellites have all been down back
The wind that blew my heart away
My heart away
My heart away
My heart away
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let the music wait
you don't need it anymore
there's nothing more to say
it's not etched in gold or set in stone
it's not written in the stars
it's spelled in bones
let the music play
doesn't matter anymore
there's nothing more to say
it ain't on the breeze
or set up with flares
on backwards messages
up in the air
it's not etched in gold or set in stone
it's not written in the stars
it's spelled in bones
it's spelled in bones
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Everyday that we wake up it's a beautiful day
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