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Home
05:11
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a home is a home and i know where i am, i found all the dirt and i loved all the land; i burrowed deep and i burrowed hard, i know that a home is a good place to start. it's alright, it's ok to stay at home.
a dream's a dream and this world's a hoax, don't try to explain just let those limbs soak; the warmth's inside what's caught in the hem, those words can't describe, there's a magic in them. it's ok, it's alright to stay at home.
a home is a home and i know where i am, i found all the dirt and i loved all the land; i burrowed deep and i burrowed hard, i know that a home is a good place to start.
to be stationary and be patient as trees, that is something that i can believe; i can be conscious and i'll be aware, everything's familiar to the mountains and the air.
coyote at night will fake all his pride, howl at the moon and roll back like a tide; back to the earth he knows he will return, he is happy to stay where things are familiar.
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Turn Twice
01:10
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shit, i'm tired so turn me around; i can't sleep worth a shiny nickel if i had one. i know this hard road strains my bones, but i'm not much of a man am i? looks like my uncle pinned me right, because look who's out the door, sorry, stupid, looking sore.
drive by cemetery night
close both of my eyes
turn twice
then drive
look out on the hill where this country was built.
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Old Bones
02:08
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i am a dog and i am so tired of feeling sick and small and always saying goodbye; i'm scared i'm growing cold and i know i'm growing old, i've found it so easy to wait to be told.
make a new home
you can't dig up old bones when there's nowhere to go.
make a new home
you can't expect to grow until you abandon all you know.
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Walking At Night
04:15
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while walking home late at night, when the moon is shining bright i swear that i could live alone. i think of sarcasm and sigh at the selfish thought that i should go grow food on my own.
but the cold air it excites, and i know tomorrow night i'll just want to see my good friends. we'll bullshit and kill time and listen to wind chimes and ignore the holes we should mend.
the warmth is so nice when the air fills with ice. all that i know is it's nice to walk familiar roads.
standing, staring, i am cold, i'm so cold, i am still. staring, standing still.
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