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The Her is Me
04:21
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Two blocks over and one light up
Walk the fenceline until you see the dogwood tree
Then up from the alley, past the grey toolshed,
Pretty soon you’ll hear a hound dog barking
Two houses over, the crack in the sidewalk
Back of the root cellar’s where I’ve been living
Two by fours and hurried whispers
Every day’s more boarded over
They’re building over, over me
I need a remedy
I would do anything for a melody
To help me out of this hole,
Will you help me find whole
I didn’t think so (3x)
I didn’t expect so, so don’t go feeling guilty
When they say “what are we going to do with her?”
And the her is me
Witching hours and late night encounters
Stolen kisses I threw over the guardrail
Last minute turns and things that were hers
If this weren’t hard it would mean nothing
Two houses over, the crack in the sidewalk
Back of the root cellar’s where I’ve been living
(chorus)
What are we going to do with her?
When she’s not home and she doesn’t leave a note
Packs the car with all her clothes
Gets on the freeway with a blindfold
What are you gonna do with me?
Cause I’m not home and I didn’t leave a note
Packed the car with all my clothes
Got on the freeway with a blindfold
What are you gonna, what are you gonna do? (3x)
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2. |
Get it Right
03:26
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Right about now I’d be calling you out
Right about now I’d be testing the waters of this strange fix we’re in
Just when I’m convinced it’s quicksand you say that it’s
Some kind of paradise and my worries are standing in our way
You can’t be right where I am
You must be someplace nice
I don’t know if I could see what you’re seeing if I tried my whole life
My whole life
Is this what you pictured?
Is this what you had in mind?
Your rose-colored glasses press me in a vice
You told me once that you didn’t want anything from me
So why is it I feel so damn, so damn uneasy?
You can’t be right where I am
You must be someplace nice
I don’t know if I could see what you’re seeing if I tried my whole life
And I don’t got a lifetime, I’ve just got tonight
Talk about pressure to get it right
The first time, get it right
The first time, get it right
The first time
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3. |
The Grifter
05:19
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Working for the cause you had this understanding
Tell the truth till the last man standing
No good in playing sly,
They’ll hang you out to dry
But the leader of the pack has run this race before, he’s got a better idea
Swindle and cheat, but
Walk down the street
With a tiger’s smile and bright white teeth
Sweet talk, sweet talk
Adopt a little southern twang
They’ll call you a man of the people this way
Working for the cause you had this understanding
We’re all looking for the same damn thing
Love and roof above and enough in the bank
When push comes to shove
But the leader of the pack is off and running
Leaning the turns and kicking down the straight away
(Chorus)
Follow the grifter
He’s set his mark on you
Follow the grifter
On your marks
On your marks get ready, get ready
Working for the cause he has this, this understanding
We’re all headed for a hard crash landing
Why couldn’t he see before?
Grifters sitting on the kitchen floor
Spilling out the windows, falling from the ceiling
Slipping out the keyholes and
Busting down the door
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How about burning down this house tonight
I came home early and we got in another fight
So how about burning down this house tonight
The basement floods about twice a year
The back stairs is where I broke my arm
The attic’s haunted, just, just admit it already and
The guest bedroom is where you spent that afternoon with Susie
So how about burning down this house tonight?
I don’t need much, just my guitar
I don’t need much, just a couple of my good sharp knives from the kitchen
The shower is never, never hot enough for me
The landlord, well it’s only a matter of time till a short sale
And how about all those letters you wrote to Susie
Lying at the bottom of our laundry chute?
So how about burning down the house tonight?
I don’t need much, just my guitar
I don’t need much, just a couple of my good sharp knives from the kitchen
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5. |
Gone Girl
03:37
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You faked your death now you’re on the run
As for regrets, well, you haven’t got one
It’s a bulletproof web when you think about it
Everywhere you turn, any which way you roll
Every fall is up, every up not enough
And no one ever told you "no"
I see you see me in a different way
I see you thinking that I drove you away
You see you as the victim here
Keep walking further from the truth
I expect you any day now
I expect you’re moving south
Death doesn’t suit you, you come back to life
Stories explain away the dead of the night
It's a bulletproof web when you
I see you see me in a different way
I see you thinking that I drove you away
You see you as the victim here
Keep walking further from the truth
I expect you'll come down
I expect you’re moving south
You pick your battles, you picked’em in the schoolyard
You pick your battles, you picked’em in the courtyard
You pick your battles but they don’t leave no battle scars
You pick your battles but they don't leave no battle scars
All you are, all you are, is a battle scar, battle scar
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Sense of Fate Part I
01:38
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7. |
Sense of Fate Part II
03:51
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Sitting on the dock in Blackduck laketown
I find myself thinking of you
Where have you been, who are you now, what do you do
And do I really want to know the truth
Back then we had no idea what was in store
A sucker punch, a dark bridge, a night in jail
Back then we could feel, the world change
Strings stretch, hands in the air, when the brakes failed
Full speed ahead says the captain
We’re headed across the golden gate
For no particular reason
Other than a sense of fate
Sitting on the dock in Blackduck laketown
It’s hard to remember the start
The fight, the crash, the shouting match
You could have sent him out with the tide that night
It’s a good thing someone called and the cops, they came so fast
And after that, you know what comes, I found out he was quite a catch
But you didn’t really want to know the truth
(chorus)
Sense of fate, not faith, no no no
Sense of fate, not faith, no no no
Sense of fate, not no no no
Sense of no, no no no
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What were you waiting for? (2x)
I was pounding on your front door
I was waiting on your back porch
Stringing tin cans together
Throwing one end in the cellar
Just to talk to you, just to talk to you
But you’re not home
Not home, are you?
I was there, where were you? (2x)
You were standing on the basement stairs
Trying to look like you didn’t care
Lifting one foot then the other
But you aren’t going anywhere
And the grass in the yard is dying
The stray cat that you feed is crying
I’m almost convinced
That you’re not home to talk to me
You’re not home to talk to me, are you?
And I swear it isn’t me and you swear it isn’t you
I see the headlights pull up your drive
You must see the headlights pull up your drive
The curtains move and you crack the blinds
Are you expecting me?
Are you expecting someone else?
Are you expecting me to be
Someone else
Cause I’m just me, just me
Why can’t that be good enough for you?
For you
Where do we go, where do we go, go now
Go now, now now baby?
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9. |
Treeline
04:42
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Hunting the fall
Hunting the ever after,
After you’re gone,
The sense of impending disaster
Settles on my shoulders
And deep in my bones
You said it’s easier said
I said it’s easier alone
This is the civil war all over again
We divvy up the counter space, and all our friends
See the foundation’s cracked, and this is the end
I’ll be on my side of the couch, my side of the bed
Living life through cataracts
Counteract the something, the nothing,
Coming in the front door that you don’t use anymore
You bring me underground nice and slow
The heavy death of a long, drawn-out blow
Above the treeline, nothing grows here
Nothing to miss and nothing to hold onto
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