1. |
A cover of 24
03:02
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so it's not
loaded stadiums or ballparks
and we're not
kids on swingsets on the blacktop
i thought at 15 i'd have it down by 16
and now 24 keeps breathing in my face
like a mad whore
and 24 is pounding at my door
like a friend i don't want to see
oldness comes with a smile
to every love-given child
oldness comes to rile
the youth who dream suicide
oldness comes with a smile
to every love-given child
oldness comes to rile
the youth who dream suicide
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2. |
Down Christopher Hill
03:40
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out of the box
down colorful hill
out of the box
down colorful hill
winds lifting
tired feet
skin sensing challenge
ahead
winds lifting tired feet
skin sensing challenge
prayers
prayers for success
prayers
all answered in time
losing the dream
face-to-face sleeping
yeah
losing the dream
open-mouth breathing
yeah
prayers
prayers for success
prayers
all answered in time
prayers
prayers for success
prayers
all answered in time
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lord kill the pain
lord kill the pain
lord kill the pain
lord kill the pain
don't wanna ask you again
lord let it rain
lord let it rain
lord let it rain forever
lord let it rain
don't wanna ask you again
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4. |
A cover of Michael
05:12
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michael... where are you now?
michael... where are you now?
somehow in my excitement
the last time you called
it slipped again to ask your hidden whereabouts
got a lead from your old triple ex-girlfriend, she said:
"heard he lost his mind again."
i said i didn't know that you ever did
michael... where are you now?
michael... where are you now?
sleeping through the mornings
in the flannel, impaired
getting high in the southern air
oh shoeless sandy evenings down the unfamiliar
last whiff of saltwater freedom
skipping shells in the dead zone
with a ghost
on your side
of the state's borderline
whispering
do you remember our first subway ride?
our first heavy metal haircuts?
our last swim on the east coast?
and me with my ridiculous-looking pierced nose?
i remember your warm smile in the sun
the daydreaming boy without a shirt on
the birmingham barfly father
left a mother of three sons
you're the oldest juvenile delinquent bum
my best friend...
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