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Chile in the Desert
03:32
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I feel half a world away,
cause I'm a half a world away from you.
I know you don't think of me,
if it's ok, maybe I'll think of you.
Up ahead up over there,
that volcano blew last year in winter.
All the pressure grew and grew,
the desert gave it something to flow into.
Four feet in the desert sand,
it takes all that I can stand to hold on.
If I knew which way was North,
I'd know which way to steer this horse and come home.
When I ride, when I ride, I ride for you.
When I ride, when I ride, I ride for you.
Say the word and I'll be home by morning.
Say the word and I'll be ride home to you.
I've got half a mind to stay but
I've got half a mind to leave tomorrow.
These desert people are so kind,
they don't know I left behind my sorrow.
Four feet in the desert sand,
it takes all that I can stand to hold on.
If I knew which way was North,
I'd know which way to steer this horse and come home.
When I ride, when I ride, I ride for you.
When I ride, when I ride, I ride for you.
Say the word and I'll be home by morning.
Say the word and I'll be ride home to you.
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Single Pine
03:29
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Good morning you,
I've been waiting all night to see sun on your face.
Day is awaiting to see how you walk
with me, round in this place.
A single pine
in a wood of all birch will sing tales of sorrow.
But winter comes and the best bed you'll find
in its needles, shed hard below.
Good morning me,
I nearly forgot what it feels like, the sun on my skin.
I'll never know what the final chapter is,
but baby, let us begin.
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Lasagna
02:15
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If you would believe the stories I told you were true,
that I'm still me, and still me loves still you.
Maybe you'd look this way,
maybe swing by someday,
a drink on a hot afternoon.
We'd cook lasagna and listen to records again.
Then we would know that to die is not really to end.
All of this love,
this leftover stuff,
just won't disappear round the bend.
Stand up right, here in this light, where we can see us now.
Talk to me true, me same to you, where we can hear us now.
I miss the smell of your sweater in early Fall.
You're leaving town, go ahead, get ahead of it all.
Not to be too emo,
I just can't help but know,
It could've been us after all.
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Waterside
03:11
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Take me back to the waterside,
Take me back to the waterside,
Oh take me back.
Fools were we at the fireside,
Fools were we at the fireside,
Oh take me back.
Pour it on me at the waterside,
Pour it on me at the waterside,
This burn, it burns me.
This burn, it burns deep.
Friends were we at the waterside,
Friends were we at the waterside,
Oh take me back.
Love me back at the waterside,
Love me back at the waterside,
Oh love me back.
Oh love me back.
credits
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Ok
03:08
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In the garden of my making you were there,
In the garden of your making it was bare.
Could've known a bit earlier, but it's ok.
Yeah, I loved you later, but it's ok.
Better to love and lose than not love at all.
When I pull out old pictures of you,
probably not the best for me to do.
The time we almost died in that big ocean...
or when you taught me how to shovel snow.
Better to love and lose than not love at all.
So when the girl you're holding isn't me,
I hope you feel that all was meant to be.
I'm gonna love you a little longer, but it's ok.
I want the best for you and hope you're ok.
Better to love and lose than not love at all.
I'm grateful for you, yeah I loved it all.
Better to love and lose than not love at all.
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