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All I Can
04:53
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All I Can
She’s gotta touch like jellyfish tentacles
Beautiful but a little bit cynical
A pretty face just short of a miracle
A cold heart and a blue sky reciprocal
Saturday she’s drunk at a swimming hole
Sunday she’s singin from a hymnal
Helpless she bats her eyes and takes control
A master plan that’s so damn typical
I stand just a man
I’ll do all I can
This whole damn thing’s gone awry
A chest with nothing inside
Been searching all of your life
You’re just along for the ride
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Honey baby, you’re hard to understand
Someday maybe I’ll be a better man
But you’re hard to love, you’re clear as mud
Me and the lord above, we’re gonna have to make up
My my my, got me thinking all the time
The bottle is dry, it ain’t pretty but it gets me by
My mind is weary, my heart is closing
I hate that girl, but I miss that woman
It’s a cryin shame to never speak your name
I know you feel the same, but it helps to keep me sane
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Middle of the night, baby we ain’t got no shit to do
I’m a little drunk, got no money, but I’m pullin through
Get a little high, I remember that you said you would
You’re doin it again cause you know that it feels good
Whisper in your ear pretty lady, gonna make a move
Tellin you the things that my lips are gonna do to you
Lets get to bed time for a little filthy sin
Tell me that you want me baby loud dirty love again
Get a little high, I remember that you said you would
You’re doin it again cause you know that it feels good
Lets get to bed time for a little filthy sin
Tell me that you want me baby loud dirty love again
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Don’t hide, mother knows
Keep time just to let it go
Low seas rough tide
Save face for another night
Wake up, cold sweat
Old rock, cassette
Lady, in bed
Smoking a clove cigarette
It’s mine to admire
The room left to grow
Old man will retire
And tell you what he knows
Small scratch, unaware
Big scene, stop and stare
Cold feet, take it slow
Winning it, like a game show
Handgun, lame trick
Soft words, hard stick
Strong wind, chapped lips
Big hit, get a long trip
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Man on the Ground
04:07
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The whole damn night
Thought about what you said
Start to sounding right
The words are still in my head
Take my mind and pump it full of lead
The things I know
The things I’ve felt
The cards I hold
The ones I’ve been dealt
Find myself, then find somebody else
Well I don’t need, yeah I don’t need, you’re goddamn help
There’s a man on the ground
He follows me, doesn’t make a sound
Pinned beneath my feet is where he’s found
Oh yeah, hell yeah, I think I’ll keep him around
She told me I’m no good
A problem time can’t heal
The shit that I withstood
I Gotta even my keel
Miss the way you used to make me squeal
Well go on baby, yeah come on baby, tell me how you really feel
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There’s blood in my bones I feelin it pulsing and churning
I can’t stand on my own, your hands are makin me feel high
Can’t feel it just yet, your eyes are making me naked
Crawl all over my skin, my body’s here for you to love
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Baby this can’t be
Baby this can’t be
Gone and lovin again
Gone and lovin again
Got the feelin all over me
Oh let me be
Don’t you turn on me
Don’t you turn on me
Gone and lovin again
Gone and lovin again
Got the feelin all over me
Oh let me be
Hold me down
Till there’s no breath in my lungs
Hold me down
The taste will stay on my tongue
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Company Car
03:26
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I saw you climbing out your company car
Made me address you with an M and an R
Said I should stay close to the trunk just like him
But I think I’ll just keep on hangin off the limbs, you see
All my
Lifetime
Paycheck and a sigh
The preacher talks about a man in a book
Could catch a man without a pole or a hook
Said I should stay close to the cloth just like him
But I think I’ll just keep on clinging to my sins, you see
All my
Lifetime
Sunday with a sigh
Ain’t got no money
Ain’t got no time
I took my soul back
That shit was mine
Yeah every moment
You’re wanting something
Don’t owe you nothing
But the hell I’m bringin back, you see
All my
Lifetime
Late night and a smile
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Help me lord
To clear my head
Help me lord
Help me lord
To clear my head
To clear my head
Work so hard
To get what I need
Work so hard
Work so hard
To get what I need
To get what I need
All my time
Wasted on you
All my time
All my time
Wasted on you
Wasted on you
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There’s a knot in the bloodline
But got the heart of a lion
Cause you hold me in your in your arms and
I know that everything’s fine, just fine
Seven years gone by
Feels like forty nine
This bed is a mountain to climb
This feeling, ain’t no friend of mine
I’m hollering hell no
At a bird in the window
This anxious mind I have is
Something that nobody knows
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Willie whines in the night all night
Tear drops in the fire outside
One light in the tower gone sour
Hot love late hour, gotta take a shower
Leave it alone
A little more on the side, take a ride
Two hearts one pride, left behind
Cash crop on the land, got a sun tan
Blue ribbon in my hand, I can barely stand
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You and me
So unselfishly
We tore down all of the walls
Comfortably
One, two, three
Come on over to me
We slowed from a run to a crawl
Fantasy
And then explosions
Sweet release
And then silent peace
Feel so good
As a statue could
They came and damned us all
There you stood
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