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New Orleans
03:31
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Green grass green grass
Sweet taste in the thin air
I'm drunk on tar
Another kind of fun
A taunting amusement
I bet you couldn’t feel the thrill
Wake me up
When neon lights are burnin'
Basement hacks, the sort of crowd we jam
Get on Bill, motors running
Aglow, arise
Primed, to fly
Getting by
For a while
Blue Lake Pines.
Too close
too soon
pass on
It feels right.
Take me to the rapture, with glitters and jazz
punctured bones, a sacred throne it hangs
Hop on, the wheels in motion
we unite, in dust
to propel, and dance
Home-made pies
sordid eyes
Way up high
hang low
downtown
machine
pass it on
Pass it bud, a foreboding sense of pride...
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2. |
Elaine
04:03
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Driving in the evening
Tuned into a sweet thing
If you want
It goes around, head-first into a pool
Baby don’t you know that slow motion has tricked the world
The ship has sailed and it won't change our way
Baby don’t you know we got another chance to keel
Everyone got something to lose
Painless move I'm reeling
of how it dies and churning
like.. we want
spread around on bars, move away and watch it dies
Baby don’t you know that slow motion has tricked the world
The ship has sailed and it won't change our way
Baby don’t you know we got another chance to keel
Everyone got something to lose
Baby don’t you know that slow motion has tricked the world
As seconds dies and live another day
Baby don’t you know we got another chance to keel
The ship has sailed and it won't change my...
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3. |
Derby Days
02:41
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It's fixture 12
we're playing away
Come get your glove boys
Stroke it all away
There goes my city
Iron-clad and alive
Subways burning
with orange blue and white
Back to the street
to the beat of our sunken fleet
Here comes Keith, hands on fire
Watch he swing, rip apart the center-field
Blocking borders
Turbulent times
Pay your respect to the wall
in a hope for a better life
Back to the street
to the beat of our sunken fleet
Hear it cries, bases are full
Getting closer to the open-field
Let's hit the road
Homeward bound to Fortuna's arms
Out of luck, full of spite
lousy jams, meet again on seasons end
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Carousel
02:57
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Carousel carnival
Spinning round lights running
On the wheel, in motion
I spit my luck
In a carousel we feel
Carousel evil knievel
Won't stop till the morning dawns
In a speed of light
I saw that life, ain't easy on each stride
For real
Carousel
So real
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Sal's Holiday
03:57
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It’s a holiday
In a Pancake winter
Holiday
a tanned heart kissed by dare
I've lost the feeling
Holiday
Rain soaked the highway
What a day to drive away
It's not right to feel sad
On a holiday
A bourbon fueled by flame
where's the motorway?
on holiday
black are the corners
what a night to sail away
and it's not right, to feel bad
On a holiday
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