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KID'S GOT HEART
This kid's got heart, but he's out on his feet
All the heads keep talking out in the street, too ya
You should have seen him in his prime, 
When he had something left inside
That's a song they sing
The rivers run, the wheels they spin, 
The poets take it on the chin
For the bells that ring right through ya

Come on hit the dial on the radio
I know we ain't nineteen but we can still get low
Don't wait for a better song, sing the one you know
The fire ain't dead if the coals still glow

This heart's got style like an old Chavelle
The devil you dance with
Beats the angel that yells down to ya
Some days are broke, some days are flush
The picture's drying on the brush
What's it worth on the wall to ya?



NOWHERE SHUFFLE
Twenty seconds of fantasy
Between the tree-line and the road
I don't like to go out there
Too many faces that I used to know
And they walk right through ya
Like they're never gonna die
But they ain't living instead
So damn tired of the walking dead

She got tired of holding on
White-knuckling the phone
She dropped down the soak away
And now it's quiet here at home
She left all the good pictures
Somewhere in a cloud
I still got a few in my head
So damn tired of the walking dead

Skylight, like you were a child light
Part of the moonlight
When you were gold
The blue-grey touch 
Of the evening
The quiet believing
The Story it told

They're almost hip when they shuffle
But it ain't no disco when they dance
Bowed heads and praying hands
Nowhere with everyone at once
If they ever look up
To the world outside
They'll see it's all gone read
​So damn tired of the walking dead
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MY ROOM
A train is a train, is an arrow
On a string tied to my window
It flies through the fields
Unravelling like a thread 
Pulled from a seam

But I don't wanna fly today
Let me stay here in my room 
While the roses bloom outside
How come they never come to me
Unless they're cut down in their prime?
I'll bide my time

A star is a star is an old friend
In his penthouse room over town
We talk when we can
But whose got time?
It's so late when the sun goes down

I don't wanna talk right now
It's so quiet here in my room
While the roses bloom outside...

Do you ever just need a day
To send it on it's way?
Do you ever need an hour to sigh
And watch it all go by?

I don't wanna go out
I'll be fine here in my room
While the roses bloom outside...
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EVERYONE KNOWS YOU
Dollar store daisies, plastic and white
They never sit in the sun or they fade
Away from the windows, in the dark of the night
Counting the dollar store prayers 
That they prayed

Everybody knows who you are now
Everyone knows you
There's no one you can be that we can't see
Everyone knows

It's the march of the egg man, plastic and white
Pale as a junkie at noon watch him role
He'll piss in the quicksand while you sink out of sight
Promising they're gonna turn it
To gold

Everybody knows who you are now
Everyone knows you
There's nowhere you can hide
You're a mile wide
Everyone knows

Now they're hanging new stars in the sky
Cold eyes in the dark record your life
Take a walk down to the river
Roll away the stone
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99 WAYS
I can't make out what you're trying to tell me
You're shaking your head
What ya tryin' to say?
I know the sun went down on our night in the city
Our night in town
Didn't go our way

They say what you really want
And what you really need
Ain't the same thing
Every cold night has a lesson
That you learn

Well the high-heeled girls don't give no attention
We didn't learn nothin'
It just wasn't our turn

I know 99 ways to make my sex life better
I saw a new cover
 They know 101
Now I'm a full pair short of a change in the weather
I ain't gonna walk
If they can show me how to run

They say what you really want
And what you really need
Ain't the same thing
And every night is a Flash bulb night
In the city

I'm shakin' my hips like I got a tail feather
My hips don't lie
But the truth ain't pretty

I ain't no Kanye West but I'm a bad Mamma-Jamma
I got too much style
For the average Joe
Do you think this shirt
Works with my new bandanna?
When you're breakin' new ground
You never really know

They say what you really want
And what you really need
Ain't the same thing
The world's gonna go 
To the tired and the meek

Well if you see me coming
You better step to the side
I'm far too pretty 
To turn the other cheek
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WOLF TREES
There's a little place nobody knows
Where nothing gets too big
So no one ever goes
I made it my place
Where the wind and rain are my things
And they keep their aim on me
And what I need

It's hot under the lights
The American dream flashes
Through the night
A bright white Limousine
Nobody told you that the big get small
And the highway ends by the garden wall outside
The street signs lied

This wheeling world goes around...

How could I begin 
To tell you how
Easy it would be to find
A place for now
In the soft light of the almost dark
Where the wolf trees howl through the park for you
And things you do

This wheeling world goes around...
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YOUNG SURRENDER
Come around again to the light
Of 1000 watts of mystery
It shines like a dying star
Straight through your heart
You were born lost and free
To the fire of somebody born to love you
She sings like a radio tower
Through the fields at night
Just as easy as the wind blows through
It's a young surrender

All the worn out places that you know
Where your angels used to hang out
Tired of the dry land
They split for the coast
Yeah the old hang on for dear life
While the young surrender

To the turn of the wheel
And the changing weather
Of this wide, wild child
Of a world

Pull the pin from your heart
Let it blow, let it take the whole with ya
Fly like a home run 
To the nearest dream
Go on dance light you used to
Not for show, with a step nobody showed you
The kids and the fools go free
Too small for the chains
Never get too big to see
How the young surrender

To the turn of the wheel
And the changing weather
Of this wide, wild child
Of a world

Come around again to the light
Of 1000 watts of Mystery
Rush like a lonely river
To the arms of the sea
From the roof on paper wings
It's a young surrender

To the turn of the wheel 
And the changing weather
Of this wide, wild
Child of a world
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PAPER WINGS
Quiet on the outside
Just a man without a name
Spent thirty years pretending 
To loose at someone else's game
He hung around

Behind the curtain of his day-life
He drew pictures in his head
Like the boatman on the black river
Before he tells you that you're dead
You get across

The prying eyes could only wonder why
He watched the wind blow through
Like a sailor eyes the morning sky

He had a little book of lovesongs
His mother used to sing
About a man they called "The Sparrow"
He would fly on paper wings
Through the clouds

The prying eyes could only wonder why
He watched the wind blow through
Like a sailor eyes the morning sky
And when it blows, and his mother sings
Those paper wings start to fly



LIGHTS ARE LOW
Come on in to where the lights are low
The lights are low tonight
No one here will try to get you down
To prove you wrong or right
Everybody needs a place to hide
Where love comes easy
A place to put a fire out inside
And tell your story too

I don't wanna know if all the world is blue
This one's for you to come down easy
I don't wanna find that someone lost their mind
Or took the wrong road to get through
This one's just for you

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