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Hmm
03:03
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Dust Kickin'
04:15
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Who’s to know what we should have done, what we should have said. It doesn’t matter now, gee I know I’ve made my bed. You are in my memories, I feel you like an ocean breeze when I’m lying all by myself. Oh what fun it used to be now you have you and I have me, sometimes my heart can not close. Let memories be memories.
Whos to say what was right and what was wrong with us, and would it ever change if I kicked up the dust. You are in my memories, I feel you like an ocean breeze when I’m lying all by myself. Oh what fun it used to be now you have you and I have me, sometimes my heart can not close. Let memories be memories.
You are in my memories, I feel you like an ocean breeze when I’m lying all by myself. Oh what fun it used to be now you have you and I have me, sometimes my heart can not close. Let memories be memories.
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Tractor
04:34
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Tractor Lyrics
My eyes are slippery, they’ve been slipping all over you. Making lines on your body and pausing on your lips.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss you and kiss you again. I wonder what it would be like to hold you and pretend we’re more than just friends.
I know it’s rude to stare, but I think there’s something there. Ok, I admit I have a crush. I blush cause I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling for you.
My heart is a tractor, put-put-putting away. Firing up all cylinders and put-put-putting your way.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss you and kiss you again. I wonder what it would be like to hold you and pretend we’re more than just friends.
I know it’s rude to stare, but I think there’s something there. Ok, I admit I have a crush. I blush cause I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling for you.
My eyes are slippery, they’ve been slipping all over you. Making lines on your body and pausing on your lips.
I wonder what it would be like to kiss you and kiss you again. I wonder what it would be like to hold you and pretend we’re more than just friends.
I wonder what it would be like
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4. |
Dream
06:49
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So this is how it feels, real solitude, sleeping alone in a bed meant for two.
How I miss the feel of the warmth of you dreaming with me dreaming in the night
So this is how it feels to sing a lullaby to yourself and try, try hard not to cry. How I miss the feel of the breath of you dreaming with me dreaming in the night
Oh, distance makes the heart stronger love longer cause you are left with memories, spinning round in my head the way you looked the things you said and how it gets to me. Well, I know what people say, there’s nothing like time away. ut, it’s been long enough I’m doing it tough and I miss ya. I miss ya, I’m kissin’ your picture.
Oh why won’t you come back just to be by my side? Snuggled up we’ll sleep and through the clouds, we’ll glide. Oh, jasmine jungles lilac skies and the thought of you, dreaming with me dreaming in the night.
Distance makes the heart stronger love longer cause you are left with memories, spinning round in my head the way you looked the things you said and how it gets to me. Well, I know what people say, there’s nothing like time away. ut, it’s been long enough I’m doing it tough and I miss ya. I miss ya, I’m kissin’ your picture.
Oh why won’t you come back just to be by my side? Snuggled up we’ll sleep and through the clouds, we’ll glide. Oh, jasmine jungles lilac skies and the thought of you, dreaming with me dreaming in the night.
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5. |
Galaxy Of Poetry
06:18
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The fan in my room keeps pulsing a tune in my head as I lie in bed. The radiator, vibrato wide from side to side as I slide into the symphony of a dream. Am I? Could I be hallucinating this syncopating thrumming around me? Whistles, whispers, cat whiskers of static in-between termites in the walls, the whole house breathes.
It’s just a galaxy of poetry,
Too wide, too wide, too wide to see.
It’s just a galaxy of poetry,
Too wide, too wide, too wide to see what’s ahead.
Communing with my surroundings I see through the eyes of an ant as she climbed up an enchanted tree in a cemetery. Wide eyes and motivated, she doesn’t look back, she just stays on track. The tree bleeds sap and it sticks to her soles like honey, she’d drunk with is and she’s stuck to the trunk with it. Wading through honey-like streams of conscienceness, she’s skating away and ambered in time.
It’s just a galaxy of poetry,
Too wide, too wide, too wide to see.
It’s just a galaxy of poetry,
Too wide, too wide, too wide to see what’s ahead.
It’s just a galaxy of poetry,
Too wide, too wide, too wide to see.
It’s just a galaxy of poetry,
Too wide, too wide, too wide to see what’s ahead.
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6. |
Why Oh Why
06:02
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Why oh why, oh why, oh why do I do what I do?
I’m pushing and I’m struggling but I can’t seem to get the words through
Why oh why, oh why, oh why? I’t doesn’t make any sense
Now I’m drowning in the fresh memory of you
Why Oh Why do I do what I do?
And I’m wanting every single bit of you
Why oh Why do I do what I do?
Why oh why, oh why, oh why can’t I figure this out?
I’m pushing and I’m struggling but no words come out
Why oh why, oh why, oh why? It doesn’t make any sense
Now I’m drowning in the fresh memory of you
Why Oh Why do I do what I do?
And I’m wanting every single bit of you
Why oh Why do I do what I do?
You tricked me but I let you cause I loved it too and I tricked you but you let me cause you loved it too.
You, you tricked me but I let you cause I loved it too and I tricked you.
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7. |
Paddle
04:23
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Baby, your out of sorts and I’m feeling out of feelings. Why don’t you send me a sign I’ve got my ears to the ground I’m listening.
Baby, we’re out of touch and it’s hard to know what your thinking. Say it out loud whatever it is maybe it’ll stop our poor poor hearts from sinking.
Yes, the winds of change are upon us, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get out of his storm. I trust you so let’s find the right direction and I’ll paddle till my muscles are worn, I’ll paddle till my muscles are worn.
Haven’t you seen the time? Shouldn’t we both be sleeping? It’s 3am on a Wednesday and were just up wrecking things worth keeping.
Maybe you need some time alone. Maybe that’s why I’m crying. Well, figure it out on your own I’m so sick of trying, I’m so sick of trying.
Maybe you’re sick of me. Right now I can see why you would be. This is bringing out the worst in us, let’s get out of it, out of it. Enough is enough.
Yes, the winds of change are upon us, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get out of his storm. I trust you so let’s find the right direction and I’ll paddle till my muscles are worn, I’ll paddle till my muscles are worn.
Yes, the winds of change are upon us, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get out of his storm. I love you so let’s find the right direction and I’ll paddle till my muscles are worn, I’ll paddle till my muscles are worn.
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8. |
Beginning
06:25
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Wild was the wind in the beginning
Cutting was the cold and the singing
But warm was your hands upon my shoulder and I knew your warmth before I knew the cold
Wild was the wind in the begging
Still was the bike with no front wheel
But whole was your kiss upon my forehead and I knew you love before I knew what for
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