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How To Sleep
03:27
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It's been 1,387 days
Since these hands gave birth to raging flames
I don't recall the last time I struck another's face
Though I reckon it's been about 1,387 days
Oh I learned about a pause
And I learned how to breathe
To keep a list for all my joys
In case I learn
How to sleep
She said, "I don't get the impression you think much of me"
I said, "I don't get the impression that you think much"
There weren't no prayers til she was six feet under me
It was the first time I choked on the smell of blood
Oh I learned about a pause
And I learned how to breathe
To keep a list for all my joys
In case I learn
How to sleep
Now the steel in my brain ain't so reflected on my tongue
Cause the damage from a knife is more commitment than a gun
From behind these lips I'm still the monster that I was
Oh and sucking all that venom down don't change the things I done
Oh I learned about a pause
And I learned how to breathe
To keep a list for all my joys
In case I learn
How to sleep
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2. |
Happy Hunting
04:45
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There were stars in my eyes
When I crashed and I died
In the purple, dogwood blossoms
My entire bloodline
Took to my side
The quakers, the gypsies with shotguns
They said now is the time
You can hold your head high
Or you can hide and run
It's your choice, hun
Now I'm praying like a babbling
Fundamentalist
On a Sunday
I'm sailing like
The Pike County Line
A boxcar of teenage runaways
I'm rioting like
A girl when she sighs
At every other pet name
Like Darling
Like Bunny
Happy Hunting
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3. |
Step Up
04:26
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Do you remember that night in Carolina?
We sang each other songs in the woods
And we climbed up that old loft in the cabin
We kept each other as warm as we could
Yeah we kept each other as warm as we could
Oh we kept each other as warm as we could
As we could
Now, if I am remembering correctly
The next time I saw you was up north
And you recollect just how I take my coffee
I watched my heart march right out that door
Yeah, I watched my heart march right out that door
Oh, I watched my heart march right out that door
That hotel door
Then I saw you again in old Kentucky
And you played my mama her favorite song
You ended your show with one just for me
We all stayed up drinking all night long
Yeah, We all stayed up drinking all night long
Oh, We all stayed up drinking all night long
And singing those old songs
Til the wee hours of that morning
When I told you just exactly how I feel
We both said that maybe someday
Oh maybe someday this could be real
Oh maybe someday this could be real
Lord, I hope someday this will be real
Cause the last time I saw you was Chicago
And things had changed for both of us by then
But 'I love you' were the last words you said to me
And I ain't never heard from you again
Oh I ain't never heard from you again
Oh how I'd love to hear from you again
Now, I ain't no stranger to the miled stretched between us
But I hope you know there's loving on this end
So would you get over here and just
Oh just love me and sing with me again
Won't you love me and sing with me again?
Oh please love me and sing with me again
Step up and be my man
Step up and be my man
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4. |
Old Friend
05:57
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Good Morning Heartache,
You're like an old friend,
come and see me again
Look up and you're in Cleveland
A solid line that never ends
I've got stories that you'll never believe
But I know it, I wear it, I wear it on my sleeve
There must've been somethin' bout you that I liked
But right here in the rain, you know it just don't seem right
I always go out, I never hide
But in Cleveland, I should have stayed inside
Good Morning Heartache,
You're like an old friend,
come and see me again
Testify my love for you
And I know it runs deep through your body too
From the cold blacktop to the hot concrete
In the old tin van, it ain't so sweet
Good Morning Heartache,
You're like an old friend,
come and see me again
Somewhere in America
In the city at night
And we were far from home
But you know
It was gonna be alright
The unfortunate get preyed on by vultures' eyes
Eighty-six cents in these pockets of mine
And you can take my money, you can take my time
But you can't take my heart, it's in the city behind
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5. |
Winking
03:53
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I've been pulling books like trophies down from walls
Striking memories like matches burn it all
Cause I know this can't last, not forever
It ain't pride, it's hope precedes the fall
Now he's been winking
It's got me thinking
Boy, are you just gonna keep showing up?
To disarm, disrobe my shield, my sword
Seat my naked on the edge of a throne?
If I break this edge
Are you prepared to catch me
In the tender-most place of your arms?
I've been keeping my shoes on, tight and laced
Eyeballing the exits just in case
But tonight I'll let myself fall asleep here
If in the morning I can see your face
Now he's been winking
It's got me thinking
Boy, are you just gonna keep showing up?
To disarm, disrobe my shield, my sword
Seat my naked on the edge of a throne?
If I break this edge
Are you prepared to catch me
In the tender-most place of your arms?
Now he's been winking
It's got me thinking
Boy, are you just gonna keep showing up?
To disarm, disrobe my shield, my sword
Seat my naked on the edge of a throne?
If I break this edge
Are you prepared to catch me
In the tender-most place of your arms?
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6. |
Gloryland
02:56
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Do lord, oh do lord, oh do remember me
Do lord, oh do lord, oh do remember me
Do lord, oh do lord, oh do remember me
Look away beyond the blue
I got a home in gloryland that outshines the sun
I got a home in gloryland that outshines the sun
I got a home in gloryland that outshines the sun
Look away beyond the blue
I took Jesus as my savior, you take him too
I took Jesus as my savior, you take him too
I took Jesus as my savior, you take him too
Look away beyond the blue
I read about it in the book of Revelation, you read it too
I read about it in the book of Revelation, you read it too
I read about it in the book of Revelation, you read it too
Look away beyond the blue
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