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From the album "Soul Surfing" (2002)
Youtube link: https://youtu.be/pJAfmzmnUxw
Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/track/4iYZU68AtwSJV7iaL6BsaV?si=73c8e901b95f41ed
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Well I was walking these streets and it was raining
And I didn’t know what I was looking for
But I was looking for something you can’t imagine
How much I needed to find an unlocked door
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
Or an open window that would lead my blind mind
Out from the darkness into the light
To the nearest exit to a little stranger
With a dirty white smile that looked ultra-bright
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
That I would be lifted from my useless concerns
From my mortal fears of dissapearing from sight
Into the void into the infinite wasteland
Where a million billion years they’re gonna pass right in the blink of your eye
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
But I stopped and I took I took a cup of coffee
With the doctor of mercy she sat right in front of me
And all of my questions calmed down so slowly
Until the only thing that really mattered was if she coming back with me
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 5]
And although she insisted she insisted no
That didn’t matter it didn’t matter to me
Because I had lost my initiative and my incorporation
I was so unincorporated and globalized I couldn’t see
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 6]
But the only thing that I could remember
When we were covered with the lights of dawn that made the roses bleed
And I remember swearing by the shrine of Elvis
The blue moon of Kentucky would always shine on me
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 7]
Here’s to the blood red days of the end of august
Here’s to the years we swore we had nothing to lose
And in retrospect I goes I gotta be honest
Or else I’m gonna suspect you were my only real muse
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 8]
But I still easily recall the way she passed my table
And the crinkle in her eyes the way she walked the way she tasted to me
It was just magic the way she did her inuendos
It was so professional so polished you could see
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 9]
That she’d been around so many drifters
So many pretenders so many clowns
That I was no different in fact I was usual
I was too normal for her to stay around
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 10]
Now I’m out of time and I’m out of money
Well I’m out of hope I think I’m out of luck
And all those wonderful things that I found so interesting
To tell the truth right about now I don’t give a fuck
[Outro]
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