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2 Inches of Wine
02:50
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Verse 1:
Sit down my friend and tell me a little story/ or maybe we could just enjoy the company/ tell me all your hopes and dreams/ and we can babble about everything in between/ maybe it's not what it's cracked up to be/ and everything always seems to end way too quickly/ and if we make it out alive/ We could even stay up till the sunrise//
I've got a feeling/ that I'm never turning back/ maybe it's healing/ or my hearts ignoring the fact/
Chorus:
I've got a bottle with two inches of wine/ sometimes it's easier just to tell them all you're fine/ but somebody please turn off all these lights/ I want to see every star tonight//
Verse 2:
Sit on down for a little conversation/ there's not enough of that in this world today/ to start anything you work and be patient/ but it's harder to do than to say/
It's seems like I'm always running/ out of time and money at every station/ and still I always move on/ passport to the next nation/
I've got a feeling/ that I'm never turning back/ maybe it's healing/ or my hearts ignoring the fact/
Chorus:
I've got a bottle with two inches of wine/ sometimes it's easier just to tell them all you're fine/ but somebody please turn off all these lights/ I want to see every star tonight//
I got a bottle with two inches of whiskey/ I don't even care if you ever miss me//
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2. |
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Chorus:
I broke my cell phone again/ you keep on calling but I’m not answering/ I’m waiting for someone to change/ and it’s not me//
Verse 1:
I’m sorry I missed you/ I’ll make up an excuse/ hopefully you’ll believe me, dear/
I was just drinking/ and doing some nothing/ and you want to complain in my ear/
You have got nothing else to do/ and I know how to get rid of you/ at least temporarily//
Chorus:
I broke my cell phone again/ you keep on calling but I’m not answering/ I’m waiting for someone to change/ and it’s not me//
Verse 2:
You can agree/ that you and me/ don’t really see eye to eye/
I need my space, you see/ so I don’t go crazy/ and you just don’t see that as wise/
But I just want so more time/ and you think everything is fine/ How are you that blind? //
Chorus:
I broke my cell phone again/ you keep on calling but I’m not answering/ I’m waiting for someone to change/ and it’s not me//
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3. |
Killing Fields
01:57
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Hey boy/ better turn around now/ this ain't no home for ya/ we're full to the brim with brothers and kin and we don't want more pariah/ get out of town with your head held down/ and beg for a drink of water/ you might die/ in the sun you might fry and I couldn't bothered//
So turn around and go back...
to the killing/ to the killing fields/
Hey kid, did you know what you did?/ don't you know that is wrong?/ living and breathing, during flu season/ one breath could kill us all/ turn back around don't make a sound/ I don't want to see you on my dirt/ misinformed I'm not alone/ and we here own the earth//
So turn around and go back...
to the killing/ to the killing fields/
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4. |
No Water in the Valley
03:00
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Ain't no water in the valley/ ain't no water in the sea/ it's been 3 months since she walked out/ now I'm finally free//
I've got this wondering heart/ bring me back before if all apart/ 3 months in the desert/ I'm right back at the start//
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5. |
Summer Heat
02:23
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it's burning down in Texas/ we've got the heat up on high/ Got me looking out for water/ to keep me satisfied/
Chorus:
The summer heat melting my sound system/ we need some water to cool her down/ the sweat drips with the blusey rhythm/ we're not gonna stop until we run this town/
Oh I'm sitting on the corner/ waiting for my bus to stop/ my eyes are stinging from every sweat drop//
We're queued up at the traffic light/ wait for the signal to go/ stale hot air cut me down/ what I would give for the wind to blow/
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6. |
I'm Gone
02:23
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Honey wasn't a bad seed/ she just came from rotten fruit/ loved the ones she played with/ but he was such an asshole too/ you're putting me in such a precarious, perplexing position/ I'm wondering should I step in and and lie or let you make your own decisions//
I'm stepping in or I'm stepping out and I'm gone//
Mary lived in a bad dream/ she never wanted to cause me harm/ sat in bed sedated/ with a needle in her arm/ you're putting me in such a precarious, perplexing position/ I'm wondering should I step in and and lie or let you make your own decisions//
I'm stepping in or I'm stepping out and I'm gone//
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7. |
Hey There Marie
02:01
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Hey there Marie/ what's in a song/ I waited all day for your call/ sat by the phone/ I was feeling so low/ but you never bothered at all//
All this time wasted/ wasted on you/ maybe I should find another/ love to pursue/
One summer night I was waiting for her/ on the rocking banks of the colorada/ I waited for hours but you never came/ so now sit here in shame//
Later that year/ drowning in beer/ keeping awake I can muster/ but there at the bar stands your sister/ so I took her home and I fucked her//
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8. |
Stuck on IH35
02:58
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damn girl/ break lights for miles/ I'm tapping my toes to whatevers on the radio/ there's got to be a better way/there's got to be a better way to get home//
Our lives a constant sorrow/ a never ending revolution of time/ eat this here drink this back/ I spend my days always standing in lines/ spent all my week days stuck on the IH35/ girl I hope you got something/ on the weekend to keep me alive//
I've lost my patience with this town/ gonna burn it to the ground/ and be laughing/ there's gotta be a better place to call home//
Our lives a constant sorrow/ a never ending revolution of time/ eat this here drink this back/ I spend my days always standing in lines/ spent all my week days stuck on the IH35/ girl I hope you got something/ on the weekend to keep me alive//
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9. |
Just Right of Paradise
03:28
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Just right of paradise/ got me coming down sitting on a satellite/ should've turned left on the dotted line/ now I'm heading out of town in the middle of the night//
Breaking your soul/ we've got no signals/ running around/ like you're lost/ we've got to roll/ break down windows/ windows and walls cover loss//
Just right of paradise/ got me coming down sitting on a satellite/ should've turned left on the dotted line/ now I'm heading out of town in the middle of the night//
You see it all/ but your mind blocks the signal/ feeding dilution with a cost/ feeling alone/ trapped in your world/ you've got to learn to be on top//
I thought this was paradise/ but I guess I was wrong/ broken streets and dirty palms/ maybe I should go/ find a better home/ somewhere far from this ungrateful ocean//
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10. |
Head on Straight
02:54
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I finally got my head on straight again/ far too many hits upon my head/ I lost my way a long time ago/ but I'm finally here inside your bed//
Waiting for the tide to pull me under/ I've nothing to do but sit and wait/ wait for you girl to come on over/ come here baby don't hesitate//
I finally got my head on straight again/ far too many hits upon my head/ I lost my way a long time ago/ but I'm finally here inside your bed//
Drinking at the crown I got sucked under/ waiting for the jukebox to play my song/ I get that heavy feeling in my head now/ I need to get you before you are gone//
I finally got my head on straight again/ far too many hits upon my head/ I lost my way a long time ago/ but I'm finally here inside your bed//
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11. |
Break Down My World
01:54
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