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Flat Feet
02:55
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I stayed away today until I couldn’t stay
I knew by the close of day I’d be back like a trapdoor stowaway
Inside I made the case for a delay of an actual face-to-face
I’m waitin’ just in case they close the place, a taste and chase
Along a dark and gritty street
There’s her part of town
Better keep your blue eyes to your feet
Flat feet on the ground
I followed her apace straight down to the home of the runaways
She looked behind and I looked away into the entry of a shady pay-per-day
I thought I heard her say, “Come on along if you’re comin’ anyway”
Flat feet are in the way, blue eyes betray the break of day
Along a dark and gritty street
There’s her part of town
Better keep your blue eyes to your feet
Flat feet on the ground
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Old Guitar
02:59
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In a house on a hill with a rise above the river
And the dogs out back diggin’ up some bones from who knows when
Sittin’ on the drive with the window down, an old Mercedes Benz
Age wears you in like a fine glass o’ wine on a late September
Old guitar
Never got too far
Strummin’ on them heartstrings
Like you always are
In a door downstairs to a room below the cellar
With a hum up top driftin’ like some song from who knows when
Sippin’ on your wine from a paper cup, ain’t no Chardonnay
Age wears you in like a fine glass o’ wine on a late September (day)
Old guitar
Never got too far
Strummin’ on them heartstrings
Like you always are
Strum, strummin’ that old guitar
Nobody knows who you are
Strummin’ that old guitar
Nobody knows who you are
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You and Ben Franklin
Certain that you’re always in the right
You’re up at sunrise
But when you gonna see the light?
You wake up early risin’ at the dawn while I’m deep in dreamin’
How we gonna get along?
I like the night life
That’s when we all get to play
I’m up at midnight
Just me and Dylan’s “Peggy Day”
You wake up early risin’ at the dawn while I’m deep in dreamin’
How we gonna get along?
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Get Me Out
02:30
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Orienta
02:25
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1 and 3 and 5 and 7 days that make a week
Now it’s time to close the door and turn the key to sleep
Cause your mind is wanderin’
To find someone who’s longing
For the moonshine in your eyes
Just like the verses to a song we used to know
1 and 3 and 5 and 7 sail the seven seas
Overnight through broken harbors where you lost your keys
Cause your mind is wanderin’
To find someone who’s longing
For the moonshine in your eyes
Just like the verses to a song we used to know
Whoa whoa cause your mind is wanderin’
To find someone who’s longin’
For the moonshine in your eyes
Just like the verses to a song we used to know
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