1. |
lotus
05:06
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Instrumental
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2. |
brush strokes
02:58
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Instrumental
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3. |
hero
04:42
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Instrumental
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4. |
blue paint
03:03
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I'm falling in love again
This little beach
is holding my heart in its hand
This little shack that I call my own
Gonna paint it blue
Call it my home
I'm falling in love again
Those little clouds above
look like they might understand
These little dreams that I call my own
Gonna paint them blue
Call them my home
You smile, nothing left to say
I don't remember it happening this way
I sit and watch without a sound
Evening shadows growing longer all around me
I'm falling in love again
The ocean breeze
is not afraid to call itself my friend
This long weekend that I call my own
Gonna paint it blue
Call it my home
These memories that I call my own
Gonna paint them blue
Call them my home
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5. |
postcard
04:42
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Instrumental
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6. |
forgiveness
04:30
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instrumental
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7. |
sunport
04:30
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Instrumental
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8. |
it was home
04:30
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Instrumental
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Let go, give it up
Let go, the need to be free
Let go, give it up
Let go, got somewhere to be
Head gets a banquet, heart gets a bone
Wonder why I'm feeling all alone
Take off my thinking cap, chop off my head
Learn to live in my heart instead
How could I imagine?
How could I forget?
How could I ever know?
Guess I'm not quite finished yet
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11. |
windshield wipers
03:22
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These windshield wipers
do pretty good in the rain
But they're lousy for the tears
Can't clear away the pain
A million red tail lights
We're all the driving dead
Look over at the pickup on my left
But she's staring straight ahead
I see a tan Sierra on my right
And I think of what you said
Sand in my hair
and in my britches
Salt in my skin
I'm gonna sit right here
Somehow I thought the atmosphere
was better at the beach
But the gravity's all wrong
My balance is all gone
The gravity's all wrong
my shoes are out of reach
These windshield wipers
do pretty good in the rain
But they're lousy for the tears
Can't clear away the pain
Can't clear away...
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12. |
winter solstice
05:52
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Instrumental
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