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Angling
03:23
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I admit
You caught me
I sputter and turn
A great white on the floor of a boat
Where is your
Love has gone
I guess I've grown too big for the palm of your hand
Yesterday you held my head
I felt so cumbersome
It's a damn shame you never had me
I swear I'd only tell my best friends
Last night I touched your skin
But awoke before you could say no
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Heather
03:29
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While he was driving you back home
I stood by the edge of the woods alone
And watched all the naked animals play in the
Heather I thought you were better than that
I know you care for me
But this time I'll ignore my blood
I'll stand by
I'll pull thorn from my side
I'll wipe the glass from your eye
I'll be your brother when he's over you
I wish that you'd tell him my name
Put it under his tongue so he can taste just how bitter I am
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Tiptoeing
02:45
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Last night I saw you in the nude
Tiptoeing through my bedroom
I told everyone you came
Told them I had you
I was such a hit
I was full of it
Still I remember you
Brown hair damp with dew
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Window Neighbor
03:35
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Boys are breaking bottles green
Against my stucco plaster wall
I hear them laughing, gasping
It's frightening
It frightens me
City life has got me twisted
I don't like the sound it makes
Remember when you lost your baby
Remember when he drove you crazy
Remember the cop cars
Remember the track marks
Share my bedroom secrets
With my window neighbor
City life has got me twisted
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Godsend
03:30
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Seeing photos of little me
Is like looking out over the ocean
How time flies
Palms read true
Tarot too
Got a godsend
Like an old friend
Dogwood blooms
For all I know
It's as the river flows
Perhaps it comes and goes like a flood on the holy days
All this time
I've been waiting
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Amen
03:48
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This sense of urgency
Has got me starin at my feet
Born into sanctity
Won't have it stripped from me
O God
Destiny smile on me
I swear I'll be good
I'll be the man my mother told me I would be
O follow me
Follow me
I hope I'm not alone in this
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Ballad
04:58
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By the standard definition of a hand
Mine is medium sized
But I still can't get a grip on this tiny love
In the center of the brightness of this spark
I'll stare for hours
I'll see red for three weeks
And stub my toes
Sleet
Seen like shattered rainbow pieces on her cheek
Grown dull where our lips meet
You make me blind to my own sins
You make me blind to my own sins
You make me blind to my own sins
You make me blind to my own
Since we met up I've been on a high
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