1. |
900 Miles
04:44
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900 MILES
I am walkin' down this track
I've got tears in my eyes
I'm tryin' to read a letter from my home
An' if this train runs me right
I'll be home by tomorrow night
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
I hate to hear
that lonesome whistle blow
This train I ride on
is a hundred coaches long
Well, you can hear her whistle blow
a million miles
An' if this train runs me right
I'll be home by tomorrow night
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
Well I'll pawn you my watch
Pawn you my chain
Pawn you my gold and diamond ring
An' if this train runs me right
I'll be home by tomorrow night
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
Yes I hate to hear that lonesome whistle blow
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2. |
Passers By
03:37
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You're gone away
And there's no way you've got a reason
I'm passing by
It's just my time of the season
If you care to know
I think you'll go and find a lover
But he's just like me
And I'm like three or four others
But I'll wait
Still I'll wait
I'll wait but I'm not that strong
Nothing
Oh nothing
Says I'm right til I stop being wrong
But I don't mind
No not at all.
I took your advice
Though it isn't nice that's what I'm doing
I'll eat my words
Cut 'em into thirds and just start chewing
For your peace of mind
I've got the time to start explaining
That it wasn't me
And in time you'll see just what I'm saying
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I’d like to fall asleep
In your arms one more time
I’d like to fall asleep
In your arms, one last time
But I’ve gone too far away
Overnight, for no reason
And you went on your way
Over the years for a reason
And I wait, oh I wait
For the morning lights to hit my face
And I wait, oh I wait
Lying down at the same place
The city lights through the blinds
Create shadows for my mind
When the rest is hard to find
The obsession to look behind
I’m lying down on my bed
I hear the wind singing along
To all those songs in my head
Telling me what’s right or wrong
I like to hear the music
Of your hand on my skin
It makes me shiver like if I was sick
Like the strings of a violin
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4. |
Born Again
04:05
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These drying eyes would like to know
the time when we're born again
I swear it must be in the rain
Again, let's not stand alone
It goes on and on
the pain, let it wash away
On and on, the rain, won't it stop today?
On and on and on and on and on
I walk through the streets late at night
in the rain with memories of blue.
Blue sky, where the hell did you go to?
There's not much else left to do
It goes on and on
the pain, let it wash away
On and on, the rain, won't it stop today?
On and on and on and on and on
These drying eyes would like to know
the time when we're born again
I swear it must be in the rain
Again, let's not stand alone
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5. |
Until the Sun Hides
03:16
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Listen to what
The time has to tell you
Stop running everywhere
To escape anywhere
Sit down and let it go
Let it go and walk away
Life gets better as we say
It’s just water under the bridge
So now just wait
Until the sun hides
And let the time
Take your pain away
I cried not knowing
What to say or where to go
I got lost in my mind
Found my way in my dreams
Now that I’m back
Wide-awake I can say
That it’s easier to wait
Until the next train arrives
So now just wait.
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