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Nomad
03:43
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Los Angeles leaves me uneasy
Squeezing out my patience as it pleases
Squeezing out the pomegranate seeds from the trees in our backyard
This city is a graveyard of reason
Hills and lights and cameras but very little action
Scenes on TV, but it's all just another distraction
From the destruction, starstruck in the spotlight
It's no bark and all bite
It's not bark and all bite
Oh, I'm a nomad
Going nowhere
Oh, I'm a nomad
Going nowhere
Something changed or I grew up or both
I swear, it wasn't always like this, was it?
It gets the best of me, but I can't be my best in that city
And the smog never gets any clearer, does it?
Selling pomegranates on the sidewalk with my brother
Like we're running a lemonade stand
Standing on the curb like pomegranate juice is running down my fingers
And not your blood on my hands
Oh, I'm a nomad
Going nowhere
Oh, I'm a nomad
Going nowhere
Pomegranates, goddamnit
God didn't plan this
I can't stand this anymore
Pomegranates, goddamnit
God didn't plan this
I can't stand this anymore
Oh, I'm a nomad
Going nowhere
Oh, I'm a nomad
Going nowhere
I'm going nowhere
Oh, I'm a nomad
Going nowhere
I said I'm going nowhere
Oh, I'm a nomad
Going nowhere
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2. |
Howl
03:36
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Howlin' back at the wind
I shivered, you called me thin-skinned
But that's just how I've always been
My embers within me, in me, in me
You ran hot, now I run cold
Been like that since you're not here to hold
Speech is silver, and silence is gold
Remember you told me, told me, told me
And I knew everything about you
But what will tomorrow bring without you?
Hey kid, I hope you're happy wherever you are
Slumped at the foot of the bed
Pretending it's all in my head
Pretending we're anywhere instead of here
Please come get me, get me, get me
I must admit
Don't think I'll ever get over it
We were so closely knit
And who else could fit me, fit me, fit me?
And I knew everything about you
But what will tomorrow bring without you?
Hey kid, I hope you're happy wherever you are
And I knew everything about you
But how will I live all these years without you?
Hey kid, I hope you're happy
Hey kid, I hope you're happy
Hey kid, I hope you're happy wherever you are
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3. |
Red Hands
03:23
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How many hours have I lost to the drink?
How many hours where who knows what I was thinking, saying, doing?
Waking up in strangers' beds
With strange thoughts plaguing my head
Like what if this is it?
What if this is all of it?
What if this is all of it now?
Pouring that sweet amber whiskey down the drain again
Imploring my mind, it's about time you get sane again
Going to sleep and these vivid dreams
Got me kicking and ripping my sheets at the seams
I know this isn't it
This cannot be all of it
There is so much more than this now
There is so much more than this now
Put yourself in my shoes
They look better on you
Put yourself in my hands
My red, red hands
What if I moved to that house, set up shop in this town?
Would anything change or would I stay the same in these strange surroundings?
Well, there's only so many leaves to turn
And there's only so many bridges to burn
And what if this is it?
What if this is all of it?
What if this is all of it now?
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4. |
Too Soon To Say
02:36
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I've been growing tomatoes in my head
For a garden that I don't have
Tomatoes for the dinners that I don't have enough
Motivation to bake
In our too small apartment
We have big blowout fights
And little talks about getting more space
With all the money that we don't make
But it's too soon to say
It's too soon to say
It's too soon
Am I standing in the way?
Standing in my own way
By standing next to you?
Should I give up the ghost
Or take it to the grave?
I've been thinking about my body language
My crossed arms and turned in ankles
I've never been good at conversations
With strangers
They don't teach you that kind of shit in school
You say what you mean, you're cruel
Can't read between the lines
I am easily fooled
But it's too soon to say
It's too soon to say
It's too soon
Am I standing in the way?
Standing in my own way
By standing next to you?
Should I give up the ghost
Or take it to the grave?
I've been growing tomatoes
I've been growing tomatoes
For the dinners that I don't have enough
But it's too soon to say
It's too soon to say
It's too soon
Am I standing in the way?
Standing in my own way
By standing next to you?
Should I give up the ghost
Or take it to the grave?
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