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Off-Season
04:00
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Living now
Come on back from the state line
And shoot on back from the lower confines
Taste the air that's been left still
Stale and waiting for this thrill
I can not say that I've noticed
It happened faster than I hoped it
Damn it it's been on my mind
Back in grayside of this ride
Separated for so long
I've left the windows open
More careful lives will have them closed
And on the clothesline out to dry
And prey to hook and out to die
But we're still young and stupid
We'll write 'em while you loop 'em honey
Out the pane and up to fly
Not looking back at momma's crying
Waited, faded
Separated, chained to the stand
Waited, made it
On the stage and give us a hand
Separated for so long
We stand in the path of the sound gust
The dust is cracked and blown right of us
Happy are we in our own world
With toes dug deep and fingers curled
The world we came from knows this
Our take off wasn't fully honest
Houston where's the problem now?
We're gravitating back to town
Waited, faded
Separated, chained to the stand
Waited, made it
On the stage and give us a hand
Came from far away
Waited, faded
Separated, chained to the stand
Waited, made it
On the stage and give us a hand
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Empty Streets
03:21
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Off and on
She's committed nine times out of ten
Never gone
But sometimes absent in her head
All along
I knew it would be my old friends
I could rely on
To understand what I have said
I dreamt this world up on my own
And I just can't find my way back home
I watched the lights go down across these empty streets
And all the new found land I have to roam
Call her back
Put that girl back on your mind
What you lack
You make up for with what you find
So take time out of your lonely life
Apologize for what you've done
Take a deep breath of fresh air
And exhale pain through blackened lungs
I dreamt this world up on my own
And I just can't find my way back home
I watched the lights go down across these empty streets
And all the new found land I have to roam
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