Most of You...

most of you
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and there was a time, when i was awed just by your steps, and your caress, but now that's history, and it fades like the bleeding heart, embroidered there, upon my sleeve

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and I heard you say, "who are you....to tell me what i can and cannot do" and i
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thought the most of you..the most of you...

and into the day...into the best kept memories that i ever could have saved and in the morning sun, I'd drive just like you always said i never should have done...

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and I heard you say, "who are you....to tell me what i can and cannot do" and i
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thought the most of you..the most of you...


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and it's always been the mel--Ohhh - deeee that's been so hard to find, but now it's
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been cruuuushhhh--ing me under it's heel, and I'm leaving you all behind...

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and I heard you say, "who are you....to tell me what i can and cannot do" and i
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thought the most of you..the most of you...

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Spent alot of time, discussing wrong and right and black and white, and pictures of that night.

Can't Get Back...

Can't Get Back
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Come on moonshine, come on heartbreak keep your eyes on the white line, keep your foot near the break,
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and drive...

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On a Southern road we came, we saw, we were unimpressed.
Although I'm certain you provided what you thought was your best.

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And I'm sure that we owe you another chance,
But there's nothing we've lost here, that we can't get back.

Off to the right, I'm sure I remember the blinking lights
All in a row, Telling us in no uncertain terms how high we could carefully go.

And I'm sure that we owe you another chance,
But there's nothing we've lost here, that we can't get back.

So we drive on, push away from the crowds that cling
Dust off, brush away the webs to find the true things, true things

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La da da da's...

View From Below...

view from below
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Every time I look up there, you look down
Smiling whether through tears or frowns

I've seen you crying, when you think you're fooling
But salt water's never been shower water for me

Laying my head upon your chest, sweaty nights
"Where are we going...?" sleepily swirling kites

And you reply, "We're going nowhere." I'm sure
You think I don't see the many many layers
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This is my view from below
Your tears fall freely
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These days moreso
And I can always see

Trubloff...

Trubloff
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and the trouble with you is that sting in my shoulder where your brother punched me, last july.
And maybe you can pardon my bitterness, but he can rot in that jail cell for another night

And the trouble with taking your cowboy home is they always rouse when you take off their boots.
And I'd like to apologize, but it's fair to say you rarely look before you shoot.

And the trouble with all these lullabies that I sing is that they get me so damn tired.
And I'd offer you a tilt-a-whirl time, but I'm afraid the midway's closed tonight.

And the trouble with you is me.
And the trouble with me is you.

A & S... (unfinished)

A & S
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I see you standing there
it's dark, the parties over, letting down your hair
and you're still wearing a lazy smile, i bet i could make that last for quite a while
Sure your hips fit my hands, but we're so tired we can barely stand
And this wall is sturdy sure, but afflicted by what only that bed can cure

D A D A D A E
There was a time...there was atime....when you put your hand in mine....

Your mouth says all the things,
that i want to hear, that make my heart sing
But your eyes still apologize, and it's them that anesthetize
Shadows creep across the room, barely lit by a slivered moon
and dreaming now, your eyelids dancel, but nothing I couldn't rouse given half a chance

And there was a time...

Morning comes, blurry eyes and cotton mouth,
I couldn't care less, but i bet you'll send me out.
Covering up, suddenly so shy, you have to know, that I'm not that guy...
A snowglobe reflection on the way out the door
shows a future im wanting more and more
with your hair gone grey, but the sweetest smile
And I wilt against the closing door, and soak up the feeling for a while.

And remember that there was a time...

Houston...

Houston When You Change Your Mind
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Where you goin, boy? Where you been this time?
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Just punch that ticket, love, before I change my mind.

It's always Houston, when I find you in my line,
What's down there that's got you tangled up inside?

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Is it the way they walk? Like they've got nothin' more than time to kill?
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Is it the way they talk? That Southern drawl that makes you stay so still?

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Be on your way now boy, you got a job to do
Houston's just through that door, a few steps, and you'll be through

Good luck in Houston, I hope she treats you kind
I'll be here anyway, if you change your mind--because I like

The way you walk, like you've got nothin' more than time to kill
They way you talk, that long southern drawl, that makes me sit so still...

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It's always Houston when you change your mind