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1. |
Tell Me
02:57
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If you’ve ever any doubt
Whether we can make this work out
Tell me
Cuz I don’t want to waste your time
On a slow loveless decline
So please tell me
There’s nothing here to indicate
Any type of sudden change
I’m just used to things ending around this point
I don’t know any other way
If you’ve ever any doubt
Whether we can make this work out
Tell me
Cuz I don’t want to waste your time
Or misread any signs
So please tell me
There’s nothing here to make a case
For any type of sudden change
I’m just used to things ending around this point
Maybe I am just afraid
To lose the best part of my days
If you’ve ever any doubt
Whether we can make this work out
Tell me
Cuz I don’t want to waste your time
Or be a drag of any kind
So please tell me
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2. |
Cry, Cry, Cry
03:03
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Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down
I think you only live to see the lights of town
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try
Cause when the lights have lost their glow, you'll cry, cry, cry
Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone
You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone
You'll call for me but I'm gonna tell you: "Bye, bye, bye!"
When I turn around and walk away, you'll cry, cry, cry
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own
You're gonna cry, cry, cry
I lie awake at night to wait 'til you come in
You stay a little while and then you're gone again
Every question that I ask, I get a lie, lie, lie
For every lie you tell, you're gonna cry, cry, cry
When your fickle love gets old, no one will care for you
Then you'll come back to me for a little love that's true
I'll tell you no and then you'll ask me: "Why, why, why?"
When I remind you of all of this, you'll cry, cry, cry
You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me then
It'll hurt when you think of the fool you've been
You're gonna cry, cry, cry
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3. |
A Song About Denver
02:17
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A tiny horse upon a giant chair
I'm looking at the barrette in your hair
We climbed the tower but there’s no one there
It’s a beautiful day
It’s a beautiful holiday
And all the buses down on 16th Street
(Past the chess-piece sculptures) run for free
Out west there are restaurants named after me
It’s a beautiful day
It’s a beautiful holiday
We chased the sunset on the short drive out to Boulder
With cameras
All of the hippies with guitars strapped over their shoulders
Sing ‘tra-la-la’
We walk the square until the night starts to get colder
And then head back
I’m running out of time
But everything will be fine
As soon as I hold
Your hand
And all the jazz club’s drinks are watered down
There’s still some leftover wine at your house (let’s go)
And even though I’ll soon be leaving town
It’s a beautiful day
It’s a beautiful holiday
If I could stay
Just one more day
With you
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4. |
Condado
02:12
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This track is an instrumental.
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Has anybody heard from Christy?
Has anyone seen her around town?
She used to spend her nights at Raven
But she doesn’t seem to go there now
All calls to her go straight to voicemail
And that inbox has been full for days
Has anybody heard from Christy?
By phone, online, through text, or face-to-face?
I’ve problems, of course that’s no surprise
Some linger and then some are new
Some I can solve in time, but for some I need
A little bit of help to see things through
And no one really helps like Christy
She’s always, always done me right
There’s nothing that I’d rather do this moment
Than to talk with her tonight
Has anybody heard from Christy?
Since when, oh when, has she been gone?
It’s not the first time that we’ve lost touch
But it’s never been for this long
On this evening here the Raven
Serves another lonesome glass
Has anybody heard from Christy?
Why did I wait so long to ask?
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This river lacks the romance that it once had
A warm park bench inviting integration
On a faded springtime night
With two fingers inside
A gentle moan of affirmation
The rain turns to a drizzle then comes to an end
The wind and trees in casual conversation
A sky of airplane lights
And quiet satellites
We're left alone to our infatuations
You've got to learn somewhere
And if not here, then where?
Now the rocks are littered with bottles and cans
The water brown from unknown infestation
The old oak trees are bare
There's dog shit everywhere
And posted signs to note our violations
(motherfucker)
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7. |
You (Jack In Space Mix)
05:27
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It took us by surprise
To see the Northern Lights
On a southbound Midwest drive
I swore a love was there
Thought we were mutually aware
In the temperamental air
And in the years between
You’re still a mystery to me
As elusive as the atmosphere
Impossible to hold
An auroral glow
That could not be more unknown
Because no one knows you
No one knows you
It came as no surprise
You never said goodbye
Just disappeared into the night
But that auroral glow
Persists, endures and grows
More than you will ever know
But no one knows you
No one knows you
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