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Coyote
05:26
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When I was young I used to
Light fires outside in my backyard
Now I know enough...
Right now, I'm about as useful
As a hand with a broken thumb
I can see the bone...
Yeah I look now and I like it
No. No. No.
If I said that I'd be lying
No. No. No.
This desert air makes my nose bleed
At least that's what I tell my mom
She don't care enough...
I find myself thrust in these
Situations I don't want to be
But I'm curious...
And it looks as if I'm trying
No. No. No.
And I wish I knew what dying
Was...
We used to go out to parties
And I would say nothing
Too blurred to talk
Too numb to see
But I'd keep my promise
Girl...
I think we're dying...
And all I'm holding on to...
Is me killing time, yeah...
We used to go out to parties
And I would try and keep my promise
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2. |
Don Poncho
05:32
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Cracked light
Leaves in a tear
Warm nights
Trouble no one's stare
And we pack our lungs full of curtain fire
All the booming sounds will go on for a while
Tell me a lie, tell me a lie
It's better off in my head
And who you need is killing me
Like a blister cherry red
With all you might
With all my might
I try to listen to it all
But I'll stretch and stretch and stretch
What I seem to gather is small
Just messing it up
Just sucking it up again
Careful my law
A shake of your hand
A flick of your light
I'm breathing what I trust are
Chemicals inside your blood
To make it easier on her
Just messing it up
Just sucking it up again
Careful my law
I tried to think about a different song
One I sang just not so long ago
But I can't get it in my head...
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3. |
Parlay
04:00
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I'm trading all my old for sin
These tells should never be adopted
This smile should look paper thin
I assure you this is what I wanted
Parlay
I'm slipping in again
Stop me
I'm slipping in again
Stretching my worth has come back to
Sharing my home with an unwanted
Cut and run is what they always do
Although, can you really blame them?
Parlay
I'm slipping in again
Stop me
I'm slipping in again
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4. |
Owens
05:26
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Canary yellow shirts wear thin
Under the sun when I was a kid
Now I'm alone
Trust in me, yeah this I swear
It'll all get a little bit better
When you get old
Red Thunderbirds tend to move really slow
You would bend a knee down for caring
Everyone would be right at home
And the colors bursting towards the night
Like the blood that's spinning around my bones
The clippings of grass stick to our feet
As we run around on the wet concrete
Sprinklers are on
We ride on down to Owens
As we fight the asphalt boiling
Sneakers are off
Red Thunderbirds tend to move really slow
You would bend a knee down for caring
Everyone would be right at home
And the colors bursting towards the night
Like the blood that's spinning around my bones
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5. |
Getting Back to Cold
05:01
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Just a little whisper in my breath
My tonal complexities off step
What are you waiting to hear my love?
Cause I'm jawing and yelling
And taking it back some more
Wishing I would
Kill it, Kill it
The only thought I had when I was numb
Was getting back to cold
What's the normal feeling I should get?
This ocean of waves refuse to crest
Following my plans all along
As I train to step and take what I should want
Wishing I would
Kill it, Kill it
The only thought I had when I was numb
Was getting back to cold
These winters are blanking out my dull
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Knight in Colors Colorado Springs, Colorado
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