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Simple
03:02
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He could do anything, so easy without fail
He was like superman, with a hammer and nail
We were inseparable, like winter from the cold
I was learning how to be, a man when I get old
A simple life and a simple song, simple things like right and wrong or love
Hot summer days of work, splitting wood out in the yard
The axe's fall shattering, the sun beating on the barn
The weeks in the rear view, we're driving to the lake
Mama's drinking Chardonnay, Dads burning the steak
A simple life and a simple song, simple thing like right and wrong or love, love
Someday we'll go kayak the Kinnickinnic until sundown
Someday, I'll grow tall and be wise I'll be him in disguise
Someday
Can't wait 'til I get big, see how I line up
Ain't much but a young man, and there ain't much in my cup
But if I work my fingers to the bone, live and learn and build a home
Live a simple life, sing a simple song 'bout love
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2. |
My Kind of Girl
03:19
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People can’t understand what I’m about
Clever t-shirt and skinny jeans worn out
This girl I know says she’s a writer
Seems like she laughs and things looks brighter
Watch spinal tap and steal my dads scotch
Whip shitties in the K-Mart parking lot
Best day is Tuesday to go down town
She says new releases are all marked down
And she’s my, kinda girl
16 years old, steal a car, get out, no looking back
16 months probation, but our spirits were intact
6th sense aware something better is gonna come
She’s my kind of girl
She says she’d like to move out east and
Find fame and fortune by the weekend
Think I could try to start a band
Sing songs bout fighting with the man, and it’s my kind of world
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3. |
The Chill
04:34
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yeah, yeah, we’re on the way, still farms on both sides, this may be the last goodbye Wisconsin
yeah, yeah, heading out east pavement’s still cold, signs are all old in Milwaukee
And you took the chill out of the air
yeah, yeah, I-80 runs from here to whenever, to east and to never, come back
And you took the chill out of the air
Lungs coulda froze, who would’ve known
Who we once were, it’s not who we’ll be
How we once were, it’s not you and me
yeah, yeah, It’s almost 3, love open your eyes, I can see the lights of Boston
And you took the chill out of the air
Lungs coulda froze, who would’ve known
Who we once were, it’s not who we’ll be
How we once were, it’s not you and me
And you took the chill out of the air
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4. |
Our Life Put to Music
03:50
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I think that we might just be in love, might have enough in south end
Our place is small, shaken by the T, that trains become our best friend
Your job is hell, brutal and absurd but some how you do it graceful
My albums done, ride the humid coast, I’ve got 12 shows in April
Write you a note, it’s on our milk carton, it says I miss you baby
When I get home, the OJ answers me, it says you loved me all day
Our favorite bar, just down the street I play there every Tuesday
You sit and write ‘bout lands of lost ‘bout trying to find your own way
Words we spoke made into a song, now you hear it playing on, the radio
Words she wrote made into a song, now you hear it playing on, the radio
oh, our life put to music
oh, the first verse sets the tone and the key
no, the endings not quite there yet
Oh, will you write it with me
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5. |
Out of Ink
03:46
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Could we hook up late tonight, give a call or maybe write, Seems I barely remember you
I know you’re somewhere far away, and you’ve got little time to play, the games we always used to.
It’s like my pens run out of songs for you
Seems that often I regret, that maybe somehow I have let, you slowly slip away from me
I mention our apartment’s small, if little feet were soon to fall, but you don’t want a family
It’s like my pens run out of songs for you
I’ve gone all in and I got nothing left to lose
I don’t think there’s much more of me in you
It’s likes my jeans don’t fit and my dog won’t sit or you and I have grown
After all the late nights out and after all the fights about someone feeling alone
Going home.
This summer’s sweat out all my try, I confess I cannot lie, my path may turn a different way
How did we both get here, through thick and thin and through tears, we’ve stood together ‘til today
It’s like my pens run out of songs for you
I’ve gone all in and I ain’t got nothing left to lose
I don’t think there’s more me in you
My guitar won’t play, and I’ve worried my mind away
You and I have grown
After all the late nights out and after all the fights about someone feeling alone
Going home.
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6. |
Hits Me
03:42
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If I never unpack the phone.
If I finally learn to sleep alone.
If something in me is forever lost,
if surgery’s the fix, what’s the cost
If the dishes learn to do themselves.
If the whole world gets put on a shelf
If her face haunts me at night.
If my cigarette won’t light.
If the TV weren’t my only friend.
If I could only go to school again.
If I don’t do well with sunny days.
If I lived our life your way
And the bottom of the bottle hits me
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7. |
Since Then
03:05
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I spent a while getting my wind. trying to put life together again
Soldiered like a kid into war, innocent and foolish now I’m wiser by far
If I’ve learned anything along the way, is that the sun comes up every day
Life is a song learn to play your part, or you’ll always be alone with a broken heart
If I only knew true love as real, I’m sure it’d be easier to know how I feel
All the stories they read and movies I see, could make anyone curious and most believe
I’ve seen the coast and feared the pope, since then I feel alright
Been around the bend and dreamed the end, since then I feel alright
You were a love, I wasn’t enough, since then I feel alright
Met a friend, far better than, and right now I feel alright
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8. |
Gloria
03:49
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And it may be, that love is free, but I have paid so dearly
And in forty weeks, you’ve grown to be, my head seeing clearly
Three souls bound an ultrasound, of how our lives will change
I’ll answer the call, never fail or fall, nothing stays the same
And I snap shots of clowns and pokadots, as you turn one
Years roll by and you turn nine and my love’s never done
So you see, the doctor well he, said I don’t have long
And after all we’ve been through, there’s not much they can do
I’m sick and I’m sorry
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9. |
Don't Be Afraid
03:40
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Just like a train is bound for who knows where, it is surely gonna stop
And every street and every song must have an end, and everything that is is not
Remember we’d ride to Green Bay in our old Ford, the highways trimmed up in pine
You always knew just as our trip would begin, it would end in its due time
Don’t be afraid, if ever after was forever, we’d all be here to stay.
Don’t be afraid, if we were only meant for lonely, we’d only feel pain
The TV show that you loved for all those years, its end was a bitter pill
Just like a summer storm, the wind, the rain and me, all good things must become still
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10. |
Surfing
03:12
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I did, my morning like I usually do. I hid, from the breakfast table without.
You stare, out 13 photos in the hall. My phone, still plays Jimmy Hendrix if you’d call
Of all the things you did, of all the things you said, I remember.
Life is born or raised, to be so certain or more than make
Life is a tidal wave and we’re all surfing on a board meant to break
You said, honey please be strong for your mom. I’ll try, weight is heavy and the roads so long
I said, I would never ever be like you. No trial, you forgive all of the things I do.
Of all the things you did, of all the things you said, I remember.
I love and I’d stay, but fate has taken that choice away.
Life is a tidal wave and we’re all surfing on a board meant to break
Today, my first morning without you.
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Upscale Swill Minneapolis, Minnesota
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