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Moths
03:36
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She kissed you in the rain
Held your hand through the yard
It's hard to see it plain
Why can't we be who we are?
You can't remember the last time
You wrote her name in the sand
Despite your best intentions here
We rarely turn out as we planned
In love it's all the same
Moths to the flame
In love it's all the same
Moths to the flame
Boat beneath the bridge
Rushing waters run
Blue sky above the ridge
Clouds collect the sun
But the god that must have made our world here
Left it long ago
A science project on the basement floor
A melting sculpture in the snow
In love it's all the same
Moths to the flame
In love it's all the same
Moths to the flame
Cool grass under your feet
You put your records on
Soft kisses, scraped knees
Kings and queens and pawns
But the fires that we were born into
One day will grow cold
And the stories with these happy endings
Are sometimes left untold
In love it's all the same
Moths to the flame
In love it's all the same
Moths to the flame
In love it's all the same
Moths drawn to the flame
In love it's all the same
Moths drawn to the flame
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2. |
Forty-Five
04:59
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Forty-five and the record fades
Music wanders and it’s overplayed
And we still go round and round
Same old song with the same old sound
Forty-five and the record fades
Forty-five hear the record spin
It’s all too quiet and the sound is thin
And we still go round and round
Halfway home you don’t turn it down
Forty-five hear the record spin
I wish I knew you when we were young
Roller skates and bubble gum
Play a mix on the tape machine
Rewind time rewind the dream
I wish I knew you when we were young
Forty-five and my body fades
Kids are gone and done with playing
And we still go round and round
Book of life that you can’t put down
Forty-five and my body fades
Labels peeled and the vinyl's cracked
Speed of sound, baby, don’t hold back
Needle clicks like a railroad track
Screaming sound baby don’t hold back
I wish I knew you when we were young
Roller skates and bubble gum
Play a mix on the tape machine
Rewind time rewind the dream
I wish I knew you when we were young
I wish I knew you when we were young
Roller skates and bubble gum
Play a mix on the tape machine
Rewind time rewind the dream
I wish I knew you when we were young
Forty-five and the record fades
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3. |
Magazine Street
04:05
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Magazine Street
The rain came pouring down in sheets
The awnings and the marquee
You and me, a fait accompli
I've never seen
Something so beautiful outside a magazine
Street
Under the canopy
Miles beneath the sea
The newspapers won't keep us dry
As we row side by side
Mermaids flow with the tide
I've never seen
Something so beautiful outside a magazine
Street
Magazine Street
I've never seen
Something so beautiful outside a magazine
Street
Magazine Street
A saxophone plays its lonely tone
A saxophone plays its lonely tone
It washes away the chill in the bones
On the street
Magazine Street
I've never seen
Something so beautiful outside a magazine
I've never seen
Something so beautiful outside a magazine
Magazine Street
Magazine Street
Magazine Street
Magazine Street
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Everybody talking about our love
But what do they know?
Think it’s time I move out to the coast
See the hills of San Francisco
I remember the time the sunlight shone across this land
The last time I held your hand
Held your hand
I visit places seen in my dreams
They feel so real in my head
Each time I go searching my soul
I find you sleeping there instead
I could hear the music play just like a disco band
The last time i held your hand
Held your hand
Hear the waves upon the beach and bury my toes in the sand
The last time I held your hand
Held your hand
Held your hand
Held your hand
Held your hand
Held your hand
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5. |
Appalachian Spring
03:24
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When the sculptor runs out of earth and clay to mold you
Your foundation cracks
And you don’t feel a thing
You dance alone in your room
Will these flowers ever bloom?
When will I see you again Appalachian Spring?
When will I see you again Appalachian Spring?
All American homecoming queen
Among the mountains and the green
And the rusty radiator tied on with string
It’s quarterbacks in the back seat
It’s Independence Day parades on Main Street
When will I see you again Appalachian Spring?
When will I see you again Appalachian Spring?
Oh the moon shines in her eyes
Show me your disguise
Oh her valleys and her streams
They haunt and flood my dreams
Stay right here, my canary in the coal mine
My caged bird, you still gotta voice to sing
I’ll throw out a line
And maybe with the passing of time
I’ll see you again, Appalachian Spring
I’ll see you again, Appalachian Spring
I’ll see you again, Appalachian Spring
I’ll see you again, Appalachian Spring
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6. |
Promises
03:06
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Haven't seen you since the night before
Or was it the night before?
Funny how we watch these days roll past
And there's no sense of time anymore
All these bruised and broken people
Running round
It's a bruised and broken someone
You have found
Don't turn the music down
Don't ever admit we're wrong
Can you hear that sound?
We'll let the open road be our song
And if you stay here I'll be true to all those promises
All those promises drift away
Sometimes you need a little reminder
Sometimes you just need to know
Sometimes it's just a little bit kinder
Say goodbye before you go
All these bruised and broken people
Running round
(Running round)
It's a bruised and broken someone
You have found
(You have found)
Don't turn the music down
Don't ever admit we're wrong
Can you hear that sound?
We'll let the open road be our song
And if you stay here I'll be true to all those promises
All those promises drift away
Forgot to say
Don't turn the music down
Don't ever admit we're wrong
Can you hear that sound?
We'll let the open road be our song
And if you stay here I'll be true to all those promises
All those promises drift away
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7. |
Superhuman
04:16
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I’m gonna love you anyway
I’m gonna love you anyway
I’ll take your secret to the grave for you
You never finish what you say
You talking to me every day
I’ll never walk into your sacred room
I haven’t got the time or will
To wait here for a sign until
Are you superhuman when you look through me?
I’ve thought about it every day
I’m malcontented anyway
You never knew just what to say, did you?
I haven’t got the time or will
To wait here for a sign until
Are you superhuman when you look through me?
I haven’t got the time or will
To wait here for a sign until
Are you superhuman when you look through me?
I’m gonna love you anyway
I’m gonna love you anyway
I’ll take your secret to the grave for you
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8. |
We Once Did
05:21
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Two lovers meet
Share a drink
It makes me think of us
We’re so much more than dust
She holds his coat,
While they embrace
He holds her face
She calls him Mister
He calls her Katydid
Like we once did
Like we once did
All the doorways just empty streets
Through the places that we used to meet
Laugh until we cry
Talk about when we die
Makes me wonder why
Escape to where no one’s put upon
Take the path where no one else has gone
To the city’s outer walls where they hid
Like we once did
Like we once did
Like we once did
Talk about the future, remember the past
The days go on and the wheel turns fast
Can’t see through the fog
Don’t get caught in the cog
A universe inside her eyes
They walk to nowhere under open skies
Into the barrios of Madrid
Like we once did
Like we once did
Like we once did
Like we once did
Like we once did
Like we once did
We once did
We once did
We once did
We once did
We once did
We once did
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