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70's Ghostly
04:24
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Where are you going, when did I see you, it is to early, to be looking so blue. You’re 70’s Ghostly just lovely to see, the mist all around you is —- your mystery. Stone faced and lonely yet what do I know, you could be happy but it doesn’t show. You’re shamelessly lovely , all dusty and grey, your sad face is telling —- your history. Oh bright eyes, lost in the darkness of my cries. Tattered & worn this is my life, you’ve gone to dance in the unknown. So tell me, what is beyond there, unveil it. You left me right here, so lonely, you’ve gone to love in the unknown. See you each morning, each day of the week, shadowy greeting, never we meet. You’re 70’s Ghostly, heart break to see, I wish I could hold you —- yet set you free. And so tomorrow , the first time you’re gone, what happened is sorrow , lost in this song. So brazenly lovely , just my memory, is waving goodbye now —- I’ll let you be. Oh bright eyes, lost in the darkness of my cries. Tattered & worn this is my life, you’ve gone to dance in the unknown. So tell me, what is beyond there, unveil it. You left me right here, so lonely, you’ve gone to love in the unknown. (So the) party is over and there’s no more wine, U had a lot to say but there’s no more time. I’m loosing you, not much more left hear to say. (I’m) a little bit older & a little bit blue, and it’s breaking my heart just watching you. I’m loosing you, not much more left hear to say…
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Hippies in Scrubs
04:46
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Pump me full of chemicals, Tell me it will be alright, You don’t have to change your ways, Telling you, it will be alright, alright?
So you know what to do now, Go stand on your head, Pin cushion and find your center, Don’t stay twisted up, find your hippies in scrubs.
Can’t have spots on my fruit, Must appear perfectly red,
Put your bagged food in a bag, Four Thousand miles from door to door to door. So you know what to do now, Go stand on your head, Pin cushion and find your center, Don’t stay twisted up, find your hippies in scrubs
They got philosophy and lots of weed, If you wanna sit down & have a chat, See the universe is ever-so big, We can fit you all in, Just lean on back and relax, Your hippies in scrubs have got your back.
Hippies in scrubs
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Southbound Train
04:01
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As the years go by, and the knot unties,
She says the love has gone away, we’re never going back
I’m waiting on a southbound train, no one to explain,
Why there’s nothing left to say, we’re never going back
This illusion, a perfect union, played with an actors grace
Years together, all kinds of weather, just came tumbling down
Our last goodbye, made you cry, though you said you do not care
Picture perfect is hardly worth it, waiting on a southbound train
I thought we had it all, no faults or cause to fall
But it seems I had us wrong, we’re never going back
I look now with jaded eyes, to tired to truly cry
I lost my heart to love, I know – we’re never going back
This illusion, a perfect union, played with an actors grace
Years together, all kinds of weather, just came tumbling down
Our last goodbye, made you cry, though you said you do not care
Picture perfect is hardly worth it, waiting on a southbound train
As I know I feel, the world it seems unreal
When there’s nothing I can do, we’re never going back
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Borrowed a soul from a movie scene, must have confused with reality
Fictitious creatures are pulling down, your daily life as an aging clown
You take like a foolish bum, sucking on a babies thumb
You could think for a little while, what it was to even smile
Who’s Gonna want your love, Who’s Gonna want your love
Sitting like a freak on a leash, contaminated with your bleach
Who’s Gonna want your love, Who’s Gonna want your love
Sorrowed and blue is what I’ve seen, must have missed out on self esteem
Replant you back in the earth again, so you can see how to begin
You wave like a desert rose, begging just to even grow
You could take just a little time, just to find a little spine
Who’s Gonna want your love, Who’s Gonna want your love
Sitting like a freak on a leash, contaminated with your bleach
Who’s Gonna want your love, Who’s Gonna want your love
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