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Pillar to Post
04:08
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Same ol’, same ol’
Can’t look at these four walls anymore
And the time has been told
Feel like I’ve lived my life once before
My phantom career
Left me behind a sabbatical year
Same faces, same names
My mind is numbing in all the mundane
I’m not discontent
I’m just restless in a sense
I’m just desperate for a spark of the same
Uncharted anything (maybe the west coast)
I’m selling everything (we could become ghosts)
Ooooohhhhhh
Ooooohhhhhh
Landscapes coming towards us
Sunsets pulling forth
Small towns look familiar
Lives that we’ll never know
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Winnipeg
04:23
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winter coats, you keep us like our mothers
heavy snowflakes tumbling after one another
christmas trees, they wave at me from living room windows
like shiny cloaks that hide the things not for me to know
the snow is deep, my nose is pink and my toes are cold
my mouth is quiet, my hands are hidden and these memories are getting old
street lamps lead down white lace ribbon boulevards
i somehow end up at your parents house
i'm standing in your yard
and that window, that you watched me through
you said you'd get well, you said they'd let you walk with me
the snow is deep, my nose is pink and my toes are cold
my mouth is quiet, my hands are hidden and your memory is getting old
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3. |
Bookmarked
02:30
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If I were a rambler
I would wander back to you
If I were a runner
I'd wish you were there when this race was through
If I were a pilot
It'd be you to give me wings
Fly over the ocean and I'd conquer this terrain
But I wrote letters out to you
And I made certain that you knew
That I was out here all alone
That I was out here on my own, like a bookmark
Please come home
Befriended the neighbors
I might get a dog or two
I painted the bedroom
In the saddest shade of blue
I planted a garden
But the seeds refuse to grow
Now that it's Christmas
I miss you more than you could know
(chorus)
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4. |
Runaways
03:24
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ohh, all of these tired towns we pass through
all of these has-been avenues
and i'll write to your father
if you'll write to my mum
spare them the details
tell them we had run, we had to run
ohh, it's already begun
ohh, all of these yellow lines mark the miles
all of these unsaid thoughts about the child
and you will call your father
and i will call my mum
we'll spare them the details
we'll tell them we will come home
we will come home
mmmm, but for a while we'll roam
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5. |
Hope & You
01:40
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hullo.
what's new?
let's not talk about the news
because darling, i can barely, bear to look at the world
it's broken, it's burdened
like a sea-sodden pearl
now I don't subscribe to "Ignorance is bliss"
but baby, there's beauty
and random acts of kindness
there's new life, and they have new minds
so that's a new beginning
so take heart, and find hope......when you can.
but darling
on this day...
my wish is rather simple
just want my records....my coffee....and you.
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We are French Films About Trains.
We like to sing
and play.
Mostly, She sings while He plays the guitar.
Sometimes, when we are feeling wild & crazy, we switch places.
This is how we do.
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