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The White Wanderer
02:56
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Blood Red moon hangs from the sky, She wipes the tears from tired eyes
And wonders, how it all went wrong
She walks the streets calling out a name, With a voice as raw as an open flame
Singing a one note, helpless song
In the darkest hour of the deepest night
Adjust your eyes to the haunting sight
Of a lost and lonely stranger, wandering in white
Walking barefoot in the rain, Hoping to someday breathe agian
But knowing, it could all be gone
dusty porch lights guide the way, In the window eyes look out, afraid
How could one life, go so wrong
In the darkest hour of the deepest night
Adjust your eyes to the haunting sight
Of a lost and lonely stranger, wandering in white
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Raincoat
02:49
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Well it wasn't late but our dinner date didn't turn out like we planned
Some things are just hard to understand
After you killed my appetite and before I could pretend
You took my raincoat and ran
I'd had enough when you picked me up and the sparks refused to fly
Your shifty gaze just could not meet my eye
After you killed my appetite and before I could comrehend
You took my raincoat and ran
The blooms of love just would not bud once they felt that cold air
I'd feel alone now walking home but I'm too wet to care
As I sit here and look back upon our ill fated plans
As I play the evening through my mind again
It was after you killed my appetite and before I could call a friend
You took my raincoat and ran
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Here we are again at our temporary home
Where you never get lonely, even when you're alone
The friendship of a lifetime might last for just one night
Problems solved, sins absolved, everything's alright
It doesn't really matter what you've lost and what you've found
The sun never sets on the Paradise Lounge
Caught up in conversations or lost alone in thought
Harboring resentment or loving those you've fought
Some folks can't be trusted, some don't know how to act
Some look up their opinions and ask around for facts
While this thing we live on makes another trip around
The sun never sets on the Paradise Lounge
Some pay their way, some come in late, some always will forget
Some have seen and heard it all some ain't seen nothing yet
If you're feeling optimistic, or think you can't go on
If you're lost in all the chaos and can't bear to face the sun
If the beating of your own heart is an unwelcome sound
The sun never sets on the Paradise Lounge
It doesn't really matter if you're lost or if you're found
The sun never sets on the Paradise Lounge
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She Turns
02:56
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Why does the sky have to die every night for you
Why must we try not to cry everytime we do
No one understands, there is no master plan
There is no time to learn the lesson
In vain she turns her eyes to heaven
Why does the sky have to lie to me and you
Why must we fly to far to high every time we do
Can we understand something was once so grand
Are we brave enough to ask the questions
In vain she turns her eyes to heaven
Why does the sky let out a sigh of relief untrue
Why must we cry with dry eyes everytime we do
Can we understand the meaning in the sand
Can we move beyond obesession
In vain she turns her eyes to heaven
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Mad Animal Love
02:55
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Golden Apache take my hand
Golden Apache understand
I won't do you any harm
Just take the hand at the end of my arm
Golden Apache trust in me
Golden Apache can't you see
I only want the best for you
There's just one thing I ask you to do
I won't do you any harm
Just take the hand at the end of my arm
The hand at the end of my arm
Golden Apache know how I feel
Golden Apache my love is real
Take my hand, strong and soft
Just you and me 'til the wheels fall off
Golden Apache trust in me
Golden Apache can't you see
I only want the best for you
There's just one thing I ask you to do
I won't do you any harm
Just take the hand at the end of my arm
The hand at the end of my arm
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Doghat
03:15
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Cat in a mousetrap, wearing a doghat
Sitting in a hubcap full of cigarette butts
It was a Saturday, like any other day
It was a good day to have some fun
We had a bottle, our hands were idle
Nothing to do, nowhere to run
Cat in a mousetrap, wearing a doghat
Sitting in hubcap full of cigarette butts
My head was hazy, the sky was grey
They always said that the numbered our days
We can't go over, we can't go under
Wasting away in a zero sum game
Cat in a mousetrap, wearing a doghat
Sitting in a hubcap full of cigarette butts
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Molly Didn't Make It
03:34
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Saw my breath in the air like the ghosts of the people that I've been
The places that I've gone and the faces that I'll never see again
Left those boys and girls behind, got out and clarified my mind
But Molly didn't make it, she felt too much to fake it
No, Molly didn't make it out alive
The rustle of the leaves sounds just like the rain
It hustles through the trees, silences the pain
When I'd done my time, I got back a life that was mine
But Molly didn't make it, she was in too deep to fake it
No, Molly didn't make it out alive
As I look back upon that time, never thought that I'd been abused
Didn't stop to wonder why, not neglected never used
Once I'd gone down that line, I didn't pay it any mind
But Molly didn't make it, her heart just could not take it
No, Molly didn't make it out alive
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Lost Cat Brevard, North Carolina
Americana/Alt-Country/Scuzz Folk from North Carolina by way of Atlanta featuring singer/songwriter Tony Carollo .
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