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Ray Liotta
01:36
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I am Ray Liotta, promise I do love ya
Time to lower down those lines
I am full of the old sawdust used to soak up
All the times we spent outside
I'm the Oklahoma Kid in Arizona
Hide up somewhere til it's dry
I am a good fella, shoot me on the sofa
I can't stand to live inside
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Simple Song
01:06
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Found a man who's got the time
Said "I've got yours if you've got mine"
Better without even trying
He hides his secrets in my eyes
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Mother and Bird Daughter
02:09
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Wash the bruising off from my neck
Birds sing me sad songs through the vent
Mother and bird daughter soaking wet
Dripping down the wall
Sick infecting all my friends
Shoved behind a wall to forget
Found a way to crawl back to bed
Rot comes after soft I expect
To smell like a dog's worst regret
Laid down and wept
I will never call you again
I just got so lost in your head
I will never come back to bed
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Help me, Edward
Sorry, accidentally pinched between cars
It's my fault, my shirt's way too large
Hanging from my arms
I've got a problem per card
Pick 'em up I'll tell ya,
Life can be hard
52, I'd rather count all the stars
Laying in the back yard
You've got it kid, you'll go far
If there's trouble just say who you are
Never let it slip if they're talking smart
Hit 'em clean in the jaw
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Daytona 500 NASCAR Race
01:46
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I'll wrap it up in cellophane
In hope that I'll remember
Day by day, I guess it has to rain
Water can turn the dirt to clay
But never on a pleasant
Daytona 500 NASCAR race
Stuck in a never ending game
Inside a hollow pillow
Case-by-case I'll never go away
Old buddy, I have got to say
I never had much fun that
Daisy chain to wrap around my face
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I'll follow out my words
Dropped down from some up north
Post office, pay it forward
Post office, pay it forward
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You've got trials, I've got secrets
Trim my pockets for the seamstress
Domineer my devil worship
Hold my tongue or sent home instant
Hollowed out your hand last weekend
Stuck inside, it turns to regret
Through the keyhole, came impatient
Run-off garden, red light district
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Marbles on floors always come back to me
Smiles of gold shine in the best company
Been growing dull, not the best with routine
Been getting old, promise I'll do something
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Hoover Dam
01:05
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Blow, behold diaphragm
The hoover dam
Blown, mortal coil, goddamn
Damned if I ran
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Don't you know my baby?
Proudest mother can be I
If he a were a pill and I had 70,000 years left behind,
He would give me saving
He would give me saving
Don't you know my baby?
Sweet and soft as ladybugs
If he met a spider thinned to hairline-fractured weary hollow eyes,
He would bring it safety
He would bring it safety
Have you seen my baby?
Hasn't called me lately
Have you seen my baby?
Hasn't called me lately
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Long time after places I've gone
Never sadder days left alone
Growing better off and on
Off her rocker, on her bones
Fall has got her moved along
Plant a kiss right in the lawn
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Crosscut Saw
02:13
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He's got a little piece of a joke that he's told
He's got a little doctor's note for a bone
To pick with all the snow when it falls
To pick all of the frames from the walls
He's got a little bottle of Peptobismol
He's got a little voicemail set for the deer call
Run your mouth and I'll open your jaw
Run your visions through the crosscut saw
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Hold back your hand
Need a list of all the words I've never said
God, this looks bad
I'll run to the store don't worry in that head
Sleep in a bed
'Til I remember the dreams I had on ket
Filled me with dread
I appreciate the changes that I've had
God, is this it?
I wish both my body and brain would forget
God, is this it?
I wish both my body and brain would forget
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