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Man On The Run
03:56
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Pain
It’s an ugly thing
But not as ugly as shame
Which is a kind of heartburn of the soul
That won’t go away
If you try and forget the things you’ve done
Ain’t no medicine for this heartburn of my soul
Man on the run
Man on the run
I face
Myself in the mirror
Everyday
Wondering if the choices that I’ve made
Had to be done
Where’s my medicine
For this heartburn of my soul
Man on the run
Man on the run
And I can’t keep running away
And I can’t keep running away
And I can’t keep running away
Man on the run
Man on the run
Fate
It’ll split your heart in two
Or it can grace
You with a love you think you don’t deserve
But you just might
Before your heart burns through your soul
And I can’t keep running away
And I can’t keep running away
And I can’t keep running away
Man on the run
Man on the run
Pain
It’s an ugly thing
But not as ugly as shame
Which is a kind of heartburn of the soul
That won’t go away
(but it just might)
If you try and forget the things you’ve done
Ain’t no medicine for this heartburn of my soul
Man on the run
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2. |
Stoned On You
04:20
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I’ll be stoned on you for life
I messed around with a
Bow-legged woman in a
Cheap motel up in
West Virginia and we
Still write each other
Reminding me I can go low
I stole the crown from a
Princess and a Duchess in a
Ménage à trois of
Epic proportions and we
Still write each other
Reminding me I can get high
So let’s get high
Let’s get high
Tell me something that you heard
Tell me it’ll be alright
Tell me that you want to live
Without a fight
That’s why I want to get
High on you tonight
I won’t take what they give me
Nice as it may seem
My stony lover owns me
And I’m living in her dream
There ain’t nobody that you
Can depend on when you
Take all your clothes off and you
Hop out the window
A fool once told me
I cannot die
So let’s get high
Let’s get high
I’ll be stoned on you for life
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3. |
Joy Grenade
04:56
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Sitting by the river sipping lemonade
Watching our kids play
Beaming in the sunlight like a joy grenade
I am blown away
Everybody needs
A little time to unwind
And feel better
To release the pressure
To release the pressure
We all need a little
Time to separate us from
What’s going down
In this bat-shit town
Easy, it’s so easy to get swept away
But the kids still play
Everything is fine
With some time to unwind
And get better
To release the pressure
I get so behind I lose my head
Notes are piling up wish I was dead
Work until I fall into my bed
This ain’t me, this ain’t you
Tt’s the things that we do
Catching up on seasons in my sleep
Everyone I know is in the weeds
Got to get that O it’s been three weeks
This ain’t me, this ain’t you
It’s the thing that we do
(Everybody’s gotta do it)
We’ve got to keep it going
Keep it together till the
Mirrors cracks and the
Walls start to crumble and we’re
Buried in our troubles
Like an avalanche
Or we’re drowning in our sorrows
Searching for a friend
Or just wishing we could breathe
Our own air again
Then it’s doom, and despair
Slow down, you need time
To unwind and feel better
To release the pressure
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4. |
Everything and Nothing
04:00
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I want to laugh
I want to cry
I want to live
I want to die
I want everything
Everything and nothing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
I want to give
I want to take
I want to love
I want to hate
I want to be
Be your man
But never be there
Never be there
I want to change
But I won’t
I need people
But I don’t
I want to be yours
But never be there
I want everything
Everything
I want everything
Everything
And nothing at all
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