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My head's spinning like a broken record player
Come and drop the needle, drop it down up there
Steal me from this jaded God-forsaken place
Write some new lines on my face
I need you my love to come and sing for me
A brand new revolutionary melody
I am ready now to throw away the rules
We're all beggars, tramps and fools
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As the salt on your skin
Heals the wounds
Rub it in, rub it in
'Til I see tumbleweeds
Blowing through my head like Toledo, Ohio
Are we blessed
Are we cursed
Are we messed-up or worse
Either or neither nor
We're tumbleweeds
What are we mumbling
What are we mumbling for
What are we tumbling
What are we tumbling toward
Oh take me
I can do it for you babe
Oh take me
One way or another
Are we dead or alive
Driving I-75
Hard to say either way
Tumbleweeds
Blowing through my head like Toledo, Ohio
Pretty eyes pretty lips
Pretty thighs pretty hips
Pretty hip
We will feed tumbleweeds
What are we waiting
What are we waiting for
Oh take me
I can do it for you babe
Oh take me
One way or another
When you have no destination in your head
Any road will take you there
I don't care where
It's not about arriving
Does it even matter one way or another
Rust is just a slow form of fire
In my tail lights
Oh take me
I can do it for you babe
Oh take me
One way or another
One way or another
One way or another
As the salt on your skin
Heals the wounds
Rub it in, rub it in
'Til I see tumbleweeds
Blowing through my head like Toledo, Ohio
Toledo, Ohio
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i'm so tired in the mornings
i try to go back
i try to remember
the light appearing
without warning
tying up my hands
like i'm good for nothing
if nothing else i can dream
i can dream
i'll never tell never tell
all i've seen
right in front of me
like the ghost of every thing that i could be
for the night sky is an ocean
black distant sea
washing up to my window
all the stray dog night owl junkies
orphans vagabonds
angels who lost their halos
if nothing else i can dream
i can dream
i'll never tell never tell
all i've seen
right in front of me,
like the ghost of every thing that i could be
in the cool and callous grip of reality
words in my head
like misfits after midnight
begging for a light
words left unsaid
they may never see the light of day
and that may be okay
if nothing else i can dream
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As the salt on your skin
Heals the wounds
Rub it in, rub it in
'Til I see tumbleweeds
Blowing through my head like Toledo, Ohio
Are we blessed
Are we cursed
Are we messed-up or worse
Either or neither nor
We're tumbleweeds
What are we mumbling
What are we mumbling for
What are we tumbling
What are we tumbling toward
Oh take me
I can do it for you babe
Oh take me
One way or another
Are we dead or alive
Driving I-75
Hard to say either way
Tumbleweeds
Blowing through my head like Toledo, Ohio
Pretty eyes pretty lips
Pretty thighs pretty hips
Pretty hip
We will feed tumbleweeds
What are we waiting
What are we waiting for
Oh take me
I can do it for you babe
Oh take me
One way or another
When you have no destination in your head
Any road will take you there
I don't care where
It's not about arriving
Does it even matter one way or another
Rust is just a slow form of fire
In my tail lights
Oh take me
I can do it for you babe
Oh take me
One way or another
One way or another
One way or another
As the salt on your skin
Heals the wounds
Rub it in, rub it in
'Til I see tumbleweeds
Blowing through my head like Toledo, Ohio
Toledo, Ohio
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We wake each morning in a foreign country
We walk the outer edges of our room
I think of you in terms of buried treasure
A jilted bride emerging from a tomb
Oh your shadow is still breathing
The close and holy darkness will unveil
Mother she's not dead she's only sleeping
Green green-clouded swallowtail
I've learned to love the feel of this barbed wire
The skin that separates your heart from mine
It tears the fabric of my ordinary
And rips the cloudy curtain of my sky
Oh your shadow is still breathing
The close and holy darkness will unveil
Mother she's not dead she's only sleeping
Green green-clouded swallowtail
So sing the hallelujah chorus of the drunkard
You're the woman blowing kisses to the jail
And dreaming of a different kind of freedom
The breath of God upon your tattered sail
Oh your shadow is still breathing
All this darkness it will not prevail
Mother she's not dead she's only sleeping
Green green-clouded swallowtail
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I wanted to sing you a song
This gift I was given has all come out wrong
I wanted to give you so much
I came all this way just to hand you a broken crutch
I let it go
This life I know
Seeds that we sow
May come to dust
I let it go
One thing I know
What's real will grow
Inside of us
I wanted to lay by your side
Take this small world and open it wide
I wanted to write it all down
Your skin was the paper your pages unbound
Lonely is just how I feel
Alone in the world and the world's a wheel
Spinning these thoughts in my head
I tangle with you and we hang by a thread
There may come a day when this dream dies
Fair enough fair enough
Until then we lay down our own lives
Fair enough fair enough
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Sitting in the rain alone
Looking at a place that's gone
Boarded up my memories
But something's drawn me here again and I
I cannot leave the past alone
Hoped that I would never find
All the shit I left behind
Now I find the child in me
Is going to remind me that I
I can't forget my past for long
So take a look outside yourself
And tell me what you see
I can't believe
That you won't see the change in me
Give me strength to find the road that's lost in me
Give me time to heal and build myself a dream
Give me eyes to see the world surrounding me
Give me strength to be only me
I don't want to hear the things
You say you know all you've redeemed
'Cause I can't change what's come before
Build myself some better dreams
And cast off the fear that holds me here
So take a look outside yourself
And tell me what you see
'Cause I can't believe
That you won't see the change in me
Give me strength to find the road that's lost in me
Give me time to heal and build myself a dream
Give me eyes to see the world surrounding me
Give me strength to be only me
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i radio heaven
i get mixed signals
i move the antenna
i switch the channels
i lie in this bed
my satellite dish
is there room in the universe
for one last wish
(i say)
do you read me
over
you wanna come
over
i guess i never told you
‘bout this life i'm livin'
it's heaven versus hell
in a split decision
this secret religion is
the best that i've found
i radio heaven
when no one's around
(i say)
do you need me
over
you wanna come
over
this song is grinning
go on and undress it
it's just the beginning
go on and possess it
you're no longer a child now
don't let them molest it
the wound is deep
i'm just trying to confess it
the truth is i bleed you
when these frequencies cut me
i'm a slut with a mission
a singular vision
i radio heaven
i get mixed signals
i move the antenna
i switch the channels
i radio heaven
i get mixed signals
i move the antenna
i switch the channels
i lie in this bed
my satellite dish
is there room in the universe
for one last wish
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i can't see my hands in front of my
face on a night like this
i just look back on my life
and think of all i've missed
i grew up south of here in towns
they tore apart for coal
as if to excavate the darkest
secrets of my soul
so it seems
life is just a troubled sea
that we sail for free
don't let me drown
if the rest of the world's goin' down
you've got to breathe your breath in me
everybody's story is more
interesting than mine
it took me twenty-some-odd-years
to see i'd been born blind
so i just feel my way to you
i try to keep you close
i'm never very good at getting
what I need the most
so it seems
life is just a troubled sea
that we sail for free
don't let me drown
if the rest of the world's goin' down
you've got to breathe your breath in me
the darkest part of every night
is just before the dawn
the sun begins to rise
when we admit that we were wrong
so here i stumble home to you
to find the words to use
it seems the voices in my head
i seldom get to choose
so it seems
life is just a troubled sea
that we sail for free
don't let me drown
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and your face
I do know well
every breath breathes
farewell
it's so still
no soul could tell
but one day
like this
the angels fell
and it's never quite what it seems
and it bleeds
this setting sun
and my arms ache
from holding on
let it go
this dying light
makes it hard to tell
wrong from right
and it's never quite what it seems
all the shadows of our doubts
and the light that burns too bright
soon burns out
and your face
you do know well
that the race is lost
hold still
‘cause the first
shall be the last
those that burn with thirst
will lift their glass
and it's never quite what it seems
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There is a town in north Ontario
With dream comfort memory to spare
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my changes were there
Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes
Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now (helpless, helpless, helpless)
The chains are locked and tied across the door (helpless,helpless, helpless)
Baby, sing with me somehow (helpless, helpless, helpless)
Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes
Leave us
Helpless, Helpless, Helpless...
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