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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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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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