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$40
03:10
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You say that like you think it would
make me change my mind
It's only forty dollars for a ticket to the end of the line
If you don't have the money, I'll
lend you some of mine
I've had just about enough of these winding on the wind down blues
I think I'll put on, I'll put my walkin' shoes
We could walk a mile, we could walk a mile or two
Trains and cars and aeroplanes
they'll get there fast, with an ache upon your brain
The world will be speeding by and focus will be difficult to maintain.
Look both ways before you cross the street
You might miss that travelin' train
You say that like you think it would make me change my mind
It's only forty dollars for a ticket to the end of the line
If you don't have the money I'll lend you some of mine
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2. |
Bloodhound Dogs
02:03
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You follow the blood hound dogs
They'll find the evidence for murder
You follow the train tracks long
They're shipping goods all over the world
You travel down a black hole
You see yourself when you're five years old
You ask yourself serious questions
About what lies you've already been sold
But that kids that you're seein'
Is growing up way too fast
You follow the blood hound dogs
They'll find the evidence for murder
You follow the train tracks long
They're shipping goods all over the world
But that kid that you're seein'
Is growing up way too fast
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3. |
Arm's Length
03:08
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People they put out their arms
and sing a sad going away song
People they rely on their charms
but that doesn't work at all
It's depressing when you ask people what they like
And all they can say is go home and rest tonight
And all night through the starless haze
A gentle magnetic pull that holds you tight
Wake up from your slumber
Possibilities a mile high
Birds fly in high numbers
People they feel used
When they get stepped on
From up above
People don't like to choose
They like to have all the choice in the world
I talk the talk but I never really walked the walk singing
about it in a song isn't the same at all
I wish that I had
Something that could make me
Feel twice as bad
About all this complaining
I play my guitar
And I play it out of tune
you like baseball cards
And Barbecues in June
People they put out their arms
and sing a sad going away song
People they rely on their charms
but that doesn't work at all
I view my life through a narrow lens
Low depth of field high width of friends
Take the ivory mother nature sends
Leave behind the body of the elephants
I steal honey from the honey bee
Blue electric lights on the porch
Match the glimmer of my TV
I wish that had
A simpler plain view
What don't you have
That makes you a stranger?
Chances measured by Arm's Length
It's not a song it's a fact
Write it in a book or carve it in stone
'Cause that won't show the cracks
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4. |
Today in History
01:34
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You’re in my thoughts every day
But the new thoughts just won’t stay
Check the calendar for a day that’s soon
Maybe I’ll see you in June
Now it’s July and there’s no reply
Feels just right like your mind’s in hi-fi
Turn it up loud to your favorite tune
Sit back and relax
Maybe I’ll see you in June
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5. |
Off a Spell
01:15
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There was once a girl who said she didn’t want to go to bed
She wanted to stay awake and dream of lies instead
But if I was a professional singer about feelings I could sing
About this sincerely
And I wouldn’t have to wait for the words to come flowing in
Wipe your nose dry your eyes
It looks like 1975 and everyone’s outside
We left it off a spell ‘cause there’s always something left to tell
I’ll just be quiet and walk around you
At a party where the tension swells
Looking far to forward to have anything happen well
I can’t look anyone in the eye
I mumble hello and think goodbye
When did I become a wallflower at twenty-five?
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6. |
Front Door
01:58
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When I was little I lost my Momma in the grocery store
I walked every aisle but I didn't see her anymore
Is it hard to get lost when the worlds arranged
In a grid and numbered too
I did it and so can you
First I walked to the front door and then I walked around
Then I walked to the back door but they said you'd gone to town
Now I'm riding in my Daddy's car, map light aimed low
Don't want you to see my face tonight 'cause I feel I'm gonna go
When I feel like breaking something, smash and run around
Just speak real low and it'll get me towards calming down
Now its beer and cigarettes that make me feel alright
Because I've learned that smashing's not polite
First I walked to the front door and then I walked around
Then I walked to the back door but they said you'd gone to town
Now I'm riding in my Daddy's car, map light aimed low
Don't want you to see my face tonight 'cause I feel I'm gonna go
What you like and what I like are not always the same
But there's no reason our disagreements have to cause so much pain
It's okay that I feel bad for always being in the wrong
I'll just put my teenage drama in a song
First I walked to the front door and then I walked around
Then I walked to the back door but they said you'd gone to town
Now I'm riding in my Daddy's car, map light aimed low
Don't want you to see my face tonight 'cause I feel I'm gonna go
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7. |
Goal Achievement Club
03:21
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You tell me all the secrets you know
You tell me by puttin’ on a big big show
You work hard at cultivating your story
Are you only motivated by personal glory
I’ll tell you all the things that I was blockin’ out
Have faith in people even when it causes doubt
I don’t try hard because I might let you down
I pretend I can see what’s comin’ ‘round
When you tell me
That you think you’ve got it made
Then I’ll tell you
All these hard decisions
are causing delay
You tell me all the secrets you know
You tell me by puttin’ on a big big show
You work hard at cultivating your story
Are you only motivated by personal glory
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