1. |
Ending Start
03:04
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Amtrak in the dark
Cutting through the night
Saying bye to you
Always makes me cry
When did time go past
When did days depart
When did I hold you last
When did the ending start
A gingham dress in spring
Now fragile in a box
Replaced by a nose ring
Reflecting platinum locks
When did time go past
When did days depart
When did I hold you last
When did the ending start
When did the ending start
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2. |
Gossip Girl
03:47
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I’ve got a new bicycle
but it sits around collects dust
‘cause it never gets used.
I’ve gotta be responsible
‘cause I called out twice
so I can sit and watch you
You cast a spell Gossip Girl
In your pretty gossip world
And you’re no one you’re no one
‘til they talk about you!
Why the kids are so cynical
The Connie Billard girls
always eat their young.
Why their lives are so mythical
It’s make or break, live or die
For a pair of pumps
You cast a spell Gossip Girl
In your little gossip world
And you’re no one you’re no one
‘til they talk about you
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3. |
Tuesday Morning
03:14
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Tuesday morn, it’s always Tuesday morn
Was the bluest day I’ve ever seen
Was the clearest day, it’s always the clearest days
With sadness there’s no in between
And I couldn’t reach you
I tried
I called and I called
Couldn’t get through the line
And I tried to reach you, I tried
I couldn’t get you on the phone
Whoever knew saying goodbye to you
Was the last time that we’d ever part
Tuesday morn, Tuesday morn
Don’t you know that you’re breaking my heart
And I couldn’t reach you
I tried
I called and I called
Couldn’t get through the line
And I tried to reach you, I tried
I couldn’t get you on the phone
Tuesday morn
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4. |
Route Six
04:44
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Scrambler is broken
Sun kisses the sand
Sky splits wide open
As I take my memory’s hand
All I need
Is the sound of the ocean near me
Drift asleep in your sun
Backseat of a Plymouth
Salt in the air
Route Six is backed up
All the way to the Barnstable Fair
All I need
Is the sound of the ocean near me
Drift asleep in your sun
Waves feel the same
As when I was ten
Tide carry me back
Start all over again
All I need
Is the sound of the ocean near me
Drift asleep in your sun
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5. |
Nothing is Me
04:44
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I’m tired of the future and scared of the past
Afraid of the present cause it never lasts
And nothing worthwhile ever seems to be free
And nothing is me
The bus doesn’t stop here
The train doesn’t come
The highway is closed
And there’s nowhere to run
And nothing escapes from this land of the free
And nothing is me
And Peter and Paul
Are out on the lake
And they’re rowing quite hard
Keeping me wide awake
And Jesus loves nothing
Cause nothing is free
And nothing is me
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6. |
Take You Home
02:31
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Take you to the hospital
We’re waiting for a bed
Surrounded by the broken souls
Who are all ahead
Take you in and hook you up
Can’t find the doctor near
I’ll get you a cup of ice
You collapse right here
When the time is right
I’ll take you home
When the time is right
I’ll take you home
When the time is right
We’ll drive straight through the night
When the time is right
I’ll take you home
Morphine drip makes you feel better
I can’t find the light
You forgot your favorite sweater
We talk through the night
We said we would be together
Till the end of time
Sitting in the dark with you
So happy that you’re mine
When the time is right
I’ll take you home
When the time is right
I’ll take you home
When the time is right
We’ll drive straight through the night
When the time is right
I’ll take you home
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7. |
Russian Blue
04:06
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When the North Wind blows then it’s
Katie Bar the Door.
The winter sun hangs low
And the wind blows through the cracks of
Your love used to comfort me
The seasons were so dear
But love ends eventually
And winter is here
Where the tall woods grow
That’s where our secrets hide
You and I both know
There’s just no way to get to
Spring was a memory
Summertime so gay
Autumn passes quietly
And now winter is here
The winter's touch is cold
and my liver's turned to stone
I'll welcome death's cold embrace and show him
Spring is a memory
How Summertime was gay
How Autumn passed eventually
And winter is here.
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8. |
Got it Together
05:03
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There’s so much I want to say but there’s no where to hide until it’s through
Graying icy dreary days seem endless but there’s hope inside of you
Wishing for the time before it’s through
I’m glad I had so much of it with you
The towers were still standing then, the city felt so new
This time we’ve really got it together
This time we’ll really make it better
Orange Crush and cigarettes, you’ve lost your shoes again inside your dream
Bergen street at midnight, Irving Berlin plastered from the heat
Missing all our time before it’s due
I’m glad I had so much of it with you
Barefoot night in Brooklyn, the city felt so new
This time we’ve really got it together
This time we’ll really make it better
Just take me home
The International at night held secrets that no one ever found
We pledged our endless love that night, the next day we burnt it to the ground
What kind of idiot would marry you, an idiot that dreamed the same dreams too, of movies, magazines, escape from life’s miscue.
This time we’ve really got it together
This time we’ll really make it better
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