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Souvenir
03:07
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Hold the wheel
Feel my head
Probably should have stayed in bed
Souvenir
Come right here
I’ll be yours a little bit
Did you want to get me gone
Did you want to get me
Well that train is going by
Smoldering is your rest
You make it look good
Souvenir
Come right here
Let me feel you miss your dead
Did you want to get led on
Did you want to get me
Well that train is going by
Well that train is going
Did you want to get me gone
Did you want to get me
Well that train is going by
Well that train is going
Did you want to get me gone
Did you want to get me
Well that train is going by
Well that train is going
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3. |
Run Wild
03:52
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Hashing it out for my Mother
On my last try this year
I didn’t mean to get you hurt
You seem rough
Like you can’t get tired
I don’t even notice if it don’t go my way
Digging a hole in our cave
Don’t want to push you to bad blood
But I get lost when we don’t make love
You were the ripping tide
I’ll want you burning out
Run Wild
And get lost again
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Batshit
02:53
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Assume that I only come on
Able body in the dark
Leave my mind sorting with you
Through the tapes you’ll keep for now
Running like batshit if you fall
You’re on your own
Assume the right to be run off
Frozen water in the mount
Pool in time for you to slip in
And rest your body for a while
Running like batshit if you fall
You’re on your own
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6. |
Rawbone Ring
02:13
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How can you help like that and wander where you will
I’ve been on a driving kick - it’s making me be still
I’m going home - away - glide
You told me not too tight
We holy rollers in the middle of the shit
Pointing out tired lights where self-awareness sits
It wears a raw bone ring
Can’t get it to stay with me
Now that we’re older maybe the truth will feel like silk
And you will love me still
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In Rounds
02:06
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All the while I hear you wrestle down
The pain that you make up
I know because I’m always doing that
Putting myself through some useless stuff
I love the way that you sing aloud
But you never do it much
I’m always howling in the face of crowds
Trying to get it out and have some fun
For a while
Not long
I’m gone and bound to get gone again
And run
In Rounds
Just to make a hunger fester within
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Dry Heat
03:51
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I’ll be your colder day
If anybody is going to hurt that way
Take time and tend a while
Easy enough for me to chart some more miles
And I need to
I need to I do now
I’ll be your warmer night
If either one of us would feel alright
Take time and figure out
What it is that’s causing all of the doubt
That I need you
I need you I do now
I need you
Come be who I knew now
I need you
I’ll be who you knew now
I’ll be your colder day
If anybody is going to hurt their way
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On My Own
03:26
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I just can’t breed a love
High and low
Through the winter with colder hands
Making the plans
For a rugged and broader shore
In good time
Before I show you another part of my mind
On my own
Digging right into cold red earth
Like a root
I didn’t know that was what I was putting you through
Forgive me needing familiar ground to lay hope
Before I show you another part of my soul
On my own
Digging around in your town
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Royal Rye
03:09
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If you ever need a bed made
Full grown weeds behind a brick house
Teenage branches get the beat again
Call the creature and the wind howls
Silverstone Jesus on the highway
Fifty-cent paychecks in a dollar home
All my repentance is in your hands
Water running on your pink palm
I die to question you about your kin
To eat your food and nurse the water pump
Figures in motion for some hundred years
Kicking up particles in dust bowls
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Southern
03:42
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Hope man coming our way
On a ribbon braid of endless tires
Lead me hanging overdrawn
While the covenant you hum quarters yard
You love the southern states
And with them make someone else’s time
Keep me hanging together now
Your weather waves are coming at my rod
Coming around
And lean right
Holding this crude law
Send for something to resurge
The parts that you have hurt and run dry
Soon will be the light of morning birth
The title of the one I’m holding
You love the southern belles
And with them raising hell up to the dawn
Keep my hands together now
Your weathered waves are coming at my rod
Coming around
And lean right
Keeping this crude law
In harmony
A part of me
Blinded army
Isn’t that telling
You love the southern states
And with them make someone else’s life
Keep my hands together now
Your weathered waves are coming at my rod
Come on down
You mean right don’t you
But it’s a crude law
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13. |
Sorceress
07:02
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