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Broken String Bouquet
03:25
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Mostly I'll miss the minutes between the hours we spent spinning and laughing
Born the daughter of a sweet talker
She was a heart throb lunatic
Half Betty Crocker
She had all the luck in the world
Book smart, daddy's girl
And all the smiles you could fake
I took the drugs, they didn't take
And everywhere I thought i knew in the world
Between the sky and you
My angel was hiding in plain view
A stone's throw from the murky blue
And what did the poor boy do?
What did the poor boy say?
To the girl who wears the daisies on her sleeve
Clinging to a broken string bouquet
The Christmas lights, the empty room
The 40 dollar stale perfume
Stranded in the afternoon
A pigeon popped her red balloon
I was the last loose tooth in a potty mouth
No direction north or south
Without a place to hang my hat
We got caught up in this and that
And what did the poor girl do?
What did the poor girl say?
Depends upon the mood she's in today
Send my regards with a broken string bouquet
I was black and blue around the bend
Go hide and seek
Go play pretend
And catch the girl and kiss her cheek
Close your eyes and don't you peak
I was the last loose tooth in a potty mouth
No direction north or south
Without a place to hang my hat
We get caught up in this and that
And nobody knows what to do
Nobody knows what to say
We learn to make it up along the way
Brandy wine and a dollar store bouquet
Send my regard with a broken string bouquet
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2. |
The Great Indoors
02:36
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There's a rainbow on my ceiling
From the mess we made this morning
Cobwebs in the corner
Never noticed them before
Four walls and empty chairs
And everything that needs repair
Sights we've gotten used to
Intoxicating laughter echoes in the hall
Are we finally getting used to our daily explorations?
Every smile and smirky glance has exceeded expectation
As the simple things become a bore
It's the little things we can't ignore
It's the little things that we adore
I've grown to love the great indoors
Caffeine in the morning
Alcohol at night
Pills to fix the headache
Oh, something isn't right
An inch was all I wanted
An inch was all I asked dear
An eternity of miles before I could ever reach you
Whatever load we carry we leave it at the door
Are we finally getting used to our daily explorations?
Every smile and smirky glance has exceeded expectation
As the simple things become a bore
It's the little things we can't ignore
It's the little things that we adore
I've grown to love the great indoors
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3. |
Bite the Bullet
03:08
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Might have to bite the bullet
I'm under the gun
I've been at war with real love
Since our love begun
And I keep getting in my own way
Like my own worst enemy
Am I biting the bullet
Or is the bullet biting me
What makes a girl a good one?
What makes a man a man?
Once you commit to your sorrow
You stick right to the plan
I've dug myself my own hole
But it ain't deep enough
So I better bite the bullet
Cause I'm at war with love
Best days are behind me
Nothing left to lose
There's poison in the puddles
And it's sticking to my shoes
These flies around the campfire
Just sing me the blues
I'd choose to bite the bullet
If the choice were mine to choose
Might have to bite the bullet
The knots have all comes loose
The wires in my own head are crossed
And I'm nothing but confused
And I keep stepping on my own feet
Like a lost and lonely clown
And I'll be at war with real love
Until the circus comes to town
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4. |
Ballad of Leroy Ninker
03:33
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Small town crook and a big time cop
Beauty queen in a coffee shop
Late night waiting for the ball to drop
Whichever way the wind may blow
What if we tried our luck in another town?
Maybe spun our wheels until the sun goes down
Don't grind the gears, don't pump the brakes
All you've got is all it takes
And I wonder what the rhythm of a broken heart is
I wonder how it sounds to a child
I wonder what the rhythm of a broken heart is
I wonder how is sounds to the wild
The lonely and free
The cowboy kid with a crooked smile
Caught red handed in the candy aisle
Go hide and seek, go play pretend
A reputation to defend
Ol' Leroy Ninker all over again
And I wonder what the rhythm of a broken heart is
I wonder how it sounds to a child
I wonder what the rhythm of a broken heart is
I wonder how is sounds to the wild
The lonely and free
With every twist and turn of a cold dark night
Where we shed our summer clothes
Where the bird finds the bee and the arrow flies
May that be where our story goes
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Yesterday on Repeat
04:33
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I’ve been waking up early
Going nowhere in a hurry
I got your picture in a frame
Same old sidewalks and the same streets
It's the same tune the same beat
The conversations lacking
Are we falling in or out or
Is yesterday on repeat?
Am I blind or am I just crazy
I see the way I distract you
Find different ways to attract you
And the way you accept it
Makes it easy to forget it
And that part of you scares me
I’m a mess I’ll admit it
In too deep now to quit it
Don’t give up on me
Am I trying too hard
Graveyard shifts without a graveyard
You make it look easy
Are we falling up or down or
Is yesterday on repeat?
Am I blind or am I just crazy
I see the way it upsets you
When I fail to impress you
And the way you accept it
Makes it easy to forget it
And that part of you scares me
If you take it all to heart
Then don’t read the review
those tiny jabs and daggers
can get the best of you
Are we falling in or out or
Is yesterday on repeat?
Am I blind or am I just crazy
I see the way I distract you
Find different ways to attract you
And the way you accept it
Makes it easy to forget it
And that part of you scares me
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Midnight's Child
03:14
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Her hair was the color of fire
And her cheeks were Rosey Red
Her fragile skin
Made of porcelain
You'll believe every word she's said
By the young girls she’s imitated
And the men just call her sir
No limits apply
And between you and I
No laws were made for her
She’s nobody’s queen she’s midnights child
Thru the land of the free she’s running wild
Save your rope you'll never lasso the bride
When morning comes she’ll be on the other side
She was born nobody’s daughter
She’ll be raised nobody’s fool
She’s her own captain queen
Every school boys dream
The textbook definition of cool
Her angel face with a dancers grace
Her feet never touch the ground
She’s built with nerve
Ahead of every curve
No walls could ever dream to keep her down
She’s nobody’s queen she’s midnights child
Thru the land of the free she’s running wild
Save your rope you'll never lasso the bride
When morning comes she’ll be on the other side
There are heroes and there are champions
There’s the rich and the well to do
There are those with grand ambitions
But there ain’t no one like you
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We're breaking thru to a new side of the country
Brighter days up ahead
No more dry toast and lunch meat
Time for a cleaner cut of bread
We'll make a new agenda
One that's our cup our tea
Trade in that old pretender
And keep our good company
We're moving on to where the grass is always greener
You can cut and curl your hair
Take my hand I'll take you where the air is always cleaner
Light a smoke and make a joke
I promise that I won't provoke your broken down demeanor
We're moving on to where the grass is always greener
We'll make a golden promise
If we ever should part to both be good and honest
As we were from the start
And kiss goodbye the sunset but keep it in our hearts
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