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All Roads
03:41
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Time enough to eat
But not digest
Time enough to sleep
But not to rest
It’s the only light for miles
You can see
Only in the darkness
Are we truly free
Hold on, hold on my dear
All roads lead you to me
All roads lead to the sea
In the Eternal City is where they’ll meet
In the Eternal City, you and me.
Space enough to stand
But not to stretch
Room enough to run
But you’re on the cliff’s edge
It’s the only sound for miles
You can hear
Only in the silence
Do we disappear
Hold on, hold on my dear
All roads lead you to me
All roads lead to the sea
In the Eternal City is where they’ll meet
In the Eternal City
You and me
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Cosmic Cars
03:10
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A man is on his feet
Staring at a wall
Cold machinery, he screams:
“That’s no life at all”
If he stood a little taller
He wouldn’t be so blind
But there is a weight upon him
And all Man-Kind
Another day, another day in this happy place
Another day, another day in this happy place
Lying on our backs
Staring at the stars
They are the headlights of
Cosmic cars
On Saturn’s ring road
It’s wide and it’s so vast
The perfect vantage point
To imagine the world of the past
Another day, another day in this happy place
Another day, another day in this happy place
Another day since your birth
Another day down here
Home, they want to go home
Home, I want to go home
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Clean Lines
03:46
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They’re tearing down the walls for billboards
The walls that had the writing we ignored
They’re closing down all the rooms
Where inspiration once bloomed
Clean lines cluttering the sky
Where the birds used to fly
Like a mirror reflecting the night
Do you see anything?
Do you see anything?
They build them tall and put them up fast
And bulldoze over the past
Clean lines cluttering the sky
Where the birds used to fly
Like a mirror reflecting the night
Do you see anything?
Do you see anything anymore?
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Washington Heights
04:47
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It’s a cold wet night in Washington Heights
New York City.
Now that I’m here I can see
There’s little truth to fantasy.
That has become plain to see
As I walk past 3-15 Bowery
Snow falling on the city tonight
Confetti to the streetlight
My own celebration tonigh
On the bridge in Washington Heights
I quit my girl and I left my job
And headed here on a prayer
And I swear to god that I feel drunk
When I’m breathing that cold November air
Cos’ I dream of an empire down there
With the bright lights and people so debonair
Snow falling on the city tonight
Confetti to the streetlight
My own celebration tonight
On the bridge in Washington Heights
I don’t know if I’m tired or just missing you
So I’ll shut my eyes and see you
Shut my eyes and see you
Snow falling on the city tonight
Confetti to the streetlight
My own celebration tonight
On the bridge in Washington Heights
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Ten Bar City
04:08
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You know this girl (on the side-walk)
She holds the night (hides from your eyes)
She goes out (almost every night)
This is her life (under the streetlight)
And she asks “is it good enough?”
And she says “am I good enough?”
Her ten-bar city
Her common story
She’s young and pretty
But her eyes are stormy
Now
She hails a cab (heads to her room)
Out all night (she don’t feel alright)
She can remove (her costume now)
Of high heels (and that done-up hair)
And she asks “is it good enough?”
And she says “am I good enough?”
Her ten-bar city
Her common story
She’s young and pretty
But her eyes are stormy
Now
For good people the world’s not fair
I’ll see her standing over there
Hiding behind that bleached-blonde hair
I’ll see her standing, I’ll see her standing
Her ten-bar city
Her common story
She’s young and pretty
But her eyes are stormy
Now
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Perennial Flowers
04:37
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Tending to her garden
She can see behind the lies
Of the flowers blooming
Right before her eyes
She knows which ones won’t
Make it through the winter’s night
And which will still be there
At the spring’s first light
Her flowers are perennial
Those flowers are perennial
They will survive the winter’s night
Her flowers are
It’s early winter
In the windswept country cold
We don’t know just where
The curves of this road will go
But we hope that this is
The worst of her winter’s night
And that our roots go deep enough
To make it to the spring’s first light
Her flowers are perennial
Those flowers are perennial
They will survive the winter’s night
Her flowers are
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