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Easy Chair
04:43
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Take a ride
Venture inside
Baby take a ride
It’s on your watch but I got time
Movin' rather slow
Movin' rather fast
Think I’ll let you know
All things must pass
I’ll take it on the run
Take it anywhere
As long as I can come …
Back to your easy chair
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2. |
Spun Out
05:37
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I’ve been so spun out
Thinking of you
I wanna call you up now
But what good would it do?
It's so solitary, been talking to myself
I wanna be with you now, but you’re chained to someone else
My body is turning to a clot
The souvenirs I cling to start to rot
In this town the mothers eat their sons
Fire up the flame, away I’ll run
Please wanna be near me
Come sit by my side
I can’t pretend I’ll shield you from the things I cannot hide
But I really gotta know you
I’d kill to be let in
No more indecision, let me out of this web of sin
The writing on the wall is upside down
The faces in my eyes don’t make a sound
Presence and abandon side by side
The antlers and the velvet must collide...
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3. |
You Win Again
03:18
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The news is out all over town
That you've been seen a-runnin' 'round
I know that I should leave, but then
I just can't go, you win again
This heart of mine could never see
What everybody knew but me
Just trusting you was my great sin
What can I do? You win again
I'm sorry for your victim now
'Cause soon his head like mine will bow
He'll give his heart but all in vain
And someday say you win again
You have no heart, you have no shame
You take true love and give the blame
I guess that I should not complain
I love you, still you win again
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4. |
The Path
04:02
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5. |
Covid Nineteen Blues
02:57
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I was down in New Mexico
Ashen winds began to blow, they blew around
There’s not a soul in town
And I just can’t seem to kick the old Covid blues
This disease
Tryna bring me down
I wanna kick it
But I don’t know how
This disease
Is bleeding me
I don’t need, don’t need, don’t need
Your sympathy
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6. |
Wichita Reflection
07:33
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You can’t trust a girl who sees herself in you
Mirrors are made for reflection, not looking behind you
Always
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Don’t blow out that candle
Keep it burning for me
Let the flicker sway and tumble
As the night crawls endlessly...
Don’t draw those tattered blinds now
I can’t be your private eye
Stillness feels so hallow, blue moon on the rise
Used to think I was a martyr, waiting to be crucified
But everybody’s got to answer for the product of their crimes
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