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In the Age of Reason
01:57
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In the age of reason
Everything’s a lie
I don’t have answers
And I don’t ask
I feel its impossible to navigate
I feel its impossible to navigate
The art of delusion
Is a precious game
Everyone’s a player
And they’re all the same
I feel its impossible to navigate
I feel its impossible to navigate
A firehose of misinformation
Do you find it hard to breath?
Turn on the radio, quiet commotion
Waiting to see what’s unseen
Years of confusion
Nothings real
Standing naked
No soul to steal
I feel its impossible to navigate
I feel its impossible to navigate
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Sensitive Man
02:39
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A blow to the gut, with a midas touch
The look on my face was a bit out of place
But I don’t remember.
A tiger in tears, after 24 beers
You pour out your heart
But you don’t remember
It was only September
He’s a sensitive man
He’s a sensitive man
He’s a sensitive man
Can’t find the words but he’s doing the best that he can
His ego is fragile so handle with care
He might fall apart by your unintentional glare
He’s a sensitive man
Face down on the bed, through his crying breath
I heard him say...I can’t live without you
But I don’t remember
Why do I pick peaches, so fuzzy and soft
I just want to pinch them, but I’ll leave a mark.
He’s a sensitive man, He’s a sensitive man
He’s a sensitive man
Can’t find the words but he’s doing the best that he can
His ego is fragile so handle with care
He might fall apart by your unintentional glare
He’s a sensitive man, doing the best that he can.
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Empty Nesting
02:27
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Dirty feet upon my carpet
Long after the mud has dried
Imprint on the ground beneath me
Going somewhere I can’t find…...Fa fa fa fa find
Old dead leaves are in my garden
No ones going to pick them up
Fall has told me death is coming
Take the time to bundle up...U u u u up
Lonely days of happiness
Telling things to no one else
Just a whiff of paradise
Doesn’t it all sound nice?
I’ll be good at empty nesting
I don’t think I’ll miss you much
Come back you’re feeling broken
Before my heart turns to dust...Du du du dust
Lonely days of happiness
Telling things to no one else
Just a whiff of paradise
Doesn’t it all sound nice?
I’ll be good at empty nesting
I don’t think I’ll miss you much
Come back you’re feeling broken
Before my heart turns to dust...Du du du dust
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4. |
These Things
02:07
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My gas is low
My temperature rose
I lost my breaks
So I can’t slow
These things remind me of you
These things remind me
These things they try to break me
These things are killing me
Red flashing lights
Something’s not right
Pedal through the floor
Then She said goodnight
These things remind me of you
These things remind me
These things they try to break me
These things are killing me
Well That was the end
Of Mercedes Benz
She is only a ghost
Not really a friend
These things remind me of you
These things remind me….
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Telephone
01:46
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I called you on the telephone
Drop you a line
You never answer
You’re not mine
I called you on the telephone
I called you on the telephone line,
Whispered on the megaphone
I think I love you
You never answer
You’re not mine.
I called you on the telephone
I called you on the telephone line,
You are not alone
Neither am I
I never answered
Is this goodbye?
I called you on the telephone
I called you on the telephone
I called you on the telephone... line
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Carnival Man
02:27
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Hey Carnival man, rolling through town for show and tell
Smoke rises in hope that he can sell what’s in his can
Incidental diversion, to the main event
Like an organ grinder, He’s a rolling sideshow
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
You pack all your things,tied to stick, poof now you’re gone
Hey magical man was dancing there, now not at all
Incidental diversion, to the main event
Like a trapeze artist He’s a rolling sideshow
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
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