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Leading Lines
02:52
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Believe me when I say the words that you have longed to hear
We can pick new places on a map and try them for a year
False starts, I’ve been half-hearted
Been down some, but we can start again
So we can build our story out of images and words
And we can fly from place to place like migratory birds
Dropped my guard, I’m soft-hearted
Been down some, but we can start again
The rest of the world drops off the map
When you’re in view
And all I can do, the only thing I can conclude is
Darling, we were born for this
We were born for this
No longer caught in the wrong cage
Not pretty words on the wrong page
Uncharted but wholehearted
Been down some, but we can start again
Dearly departed, not broken hearted
Been down some, but we can start again
Been down some, but we can start again
Been down some, but we can start again
We were born for this
We were born for this
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Ghost Coast
03:39
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Throw away your cell phone, burn your TV and your radio
Signal’s gone silent now, the hum has faded out
We got the wind at our backs, we got the sun in our hair
And we’re singing our youth into the air
We’re gonna live til the sun goes down
We’re gonna live til the sun goes out
Everyday’s a Sunday now, in our seaside town
The streets all emptied out, the hum has faded down
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Signs
03:02
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I've been waiting for you to come down
There always seems to be a reason your feet are never on the ground
Take the things we're given, baby
They won't take us very far
Take the signs that I'm receiving
They won't take us anywhere at all
You were the girl in the polka dot dress
Preacher's daughter grin, clever and cruel I must confess
Yeah, your head's on straight, it's your heart that is a mess
You can smile sweetly twisting a knife inside my chest
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Oh!
03:57
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Oh, God! I just can’t grasp you with a tighter clasp!
And someday, I’ll put you in a box, I’ll have images to dig for
Crushed and crumpled away like silly little love notes I received from a girl in 1994
Tell me, what’s a memory but something that isn’t happening anymore?
Once these thoughts get excavated, we’ll probably be eviscerated
Will you still think of me when spring’s in the past?
And summer’s head of steam comes roaring back?
O the joy! Ocean in view!
But you’ve stolen the scene; it’s cropped so clean, rocky shores against a backdrop of Pacific blue
You’re the jewel of the tourist trap when you tie your hair back, it’s all so true!
But, tell me, what’s a memory but something that is remembered each time distinct and new?
Oh, God! I just can’t grasp you with a tighter clasp!
And someday, when I’ve put you in that box, I’ll have images to burn
Crushed and crumpled away like silly little love notes I’ve received, tattered and torn
And, tell me, what’s a memory but something that can never be reborn?
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I see all these numbers falling
Magnitudes in a night black-blue
They just remind me of what we failed to add up to
Well it's love or something like love
It's some kind of love but it's all messed up
And we spin like a brutal broken record
Each day's the same: sputter, crackle, crash
A little lonely needle always catching on a scratch
We are just stuck inside a scratch
I was fine and you were fine
And I believed we had our best interests in heart the whole time
And this heart's on fire
We are on fire
We are on fire
But I'm a liar and you're a thief
And we both keep our best secrets under lock and key
Under lock and key
I was fine and you were fine
And I believed we had our best interests in heart the whole time
And this heart's on fire
I see all these embers falling
Like fireflies in a night black-blue
They just remind me of what we’ll never add up to
I was fine and you were fine
And I believed we had our best interests in heart the whole time
And this heart's on fire
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Lydia L
03:23
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From the gallows to the sea, I let a wave wash over me
Black clouds over The Gulf Stream
Oh, lord, we’re in distress
We made a plan, it was just a mess
We made a plan, it was just a mess...
With all our worst-kept secrets beaming on the radio
An echo of an echo of an echo
Lydia, dear, you know, you’re with me right here
I’m humming your songs into the air
From the shadows on the sea, I let the night pour over me
Sharks circling in The Gulf Stream
Oh, lord, we’re in distress
The map we made was just a sketch
The map we made was just a mess…
And I don’t know what to say
It’s a twisted chain
It’s a length of rope
It’s an open boat
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