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160 Wadsworth
06:27
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Bricks upon bricks
As far as you can see
In the middle of an island, an island and me
Now she’s here in the city
Seeing her in town
Fills me with happiness and envy
There are just some things I just don’t want to find out
Like what she’s learned of love
Indian summer in New York
The leaves have changed and the air is warm
Drink me up, wash me down
Yeah I’ll make it home alright
I got a picture in my mind
How things would go a second time
A little out of hand, a little out of sight
I got a picture in my mind
I want a piece of you
I want to feel brand new
Come on up to Wadsworth Avenue
I want a piece of you
A stormy sea, a rising tide
A ribbon bow, a blackened eye
A jab, a hook, a left, and a right
Seems we’re doing just fine
Sunday morning comes around
Fallen leaves left on the ground
Sit and watch the washer spin around
And it’s a peaceful sound
I walk down to the park
I stare up at the bridge
Up the river and where it comes back to the sea
This little island and me
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A dance on ice with headphones on
Twirl alone in streetlight
In a parking lot, you’re seventeen tonight
Frozen air and your lungs are dry
Breathe in, breathe out
Nose red, wet mouth
Been touched by this somehow
Breathe in, breathe out
When the days are short and the nights are long
Too much time to wonder
About the ways of keeping warm
In bedding made of feathers
Breathe in, breathe out
Nose red, wet mouth
Been touched by this somehow
Breathe in, breathe out
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Silver in summer something to remember
To grow to treasure, to know you’ve had better
And smile to yourself
In the time of skin and bone
In the time of flesh made bare
Of wet hair
Of a secret lair
Of a brown bear
A false scare
A glowing flair,
A sun appeared
Applause was heard and heavy sweat under blue birds
And robins in tents and on carpet
Petting, painting, painting, pining
Petting, painting, painting, pining
A vision for future bliss and the rest of this
Are we blessed or cursed
Which one is worse?
And now there’s boots on the ground
We got lost and didn’t wanna get found
And December came too soon
December came too soon
December came too soon
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A train in Africa
Wild horses there
Fading sun, lukewarm beer
I belong here
He played a little blues
Knew all the Southern tunes
And he rides along all his life
Up through the mountainside
The night that Robert died
He sang the Psalms inside
Slowed his breath and loosed his hands
I swear I could see him
And me in Africa
I met a woman there
She fixed me dinner and touched my hair
I never told her
It’s one of those things I’ve thought for a while
Out on the balcony
Cigarettes and harmony
Travelers we stopped into town
Oh to be young
We drank up all the wine
Forgot to check the time
I played a song and we fell asleep
In the evening
You can’t run away
Try to pretend today
Basil, bread, salt, and tea
All sour and sweet
Out to the border town
Slowly you’re finding out
Some will stay and most will leave
So you got to say it out loud
It’s one of those things I’ve thought for a while
It’s one of those things I’ve thought for a while
Let’s be together now
Believe in heaven now
Waking up with nothing to do
Do you wonder?
Can you place it in your mind?
When there’s no talk of time
You yawn and stretch and arch your back
And turn and close your eyes
And the rain comes down
Slow and steady now
A gust of wind and you hear the sound
And taste the ocean
I’ll rise and meet the day
Put all the plates away
I’ll heat the stove and start a fire
And do you wonder?
It’s one of those things I’ve thought for a while
It’s one of those things I’ve thought for a while
It’s one of those things I’ve thought for a while
It’s one of those things I’ve thought for a while
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