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For Your Own Good
03:06
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I was stopped at the side of the highway
I was stopped at the side of the road
I guess I was going too fast,
I guess I was going too fast for my own good
He let me go with only a warning
He let me go with only these words, he said
"Son you should try to relax,
son you should try to relax for your own good"
I spent the whole day just sitting in silence
I spent the whole day with the radio off
I couldn't think of a good song to sing,
I couldn't think of a single good thing to save my life
It's been so long since I stared at a sunset
I was a kid last time I really felt that
The world was a beautiful place,
and I guess it's a beautiful place, but it's hard to tell
I get so tired of hearing my own voice
But I can't ever seem to want to shut my mouth for shit,
it makes me sick
I can't stop thinking about what that cop said
I can't stop thinking about what he told me
Said "son you should try to relax",
and I really should try to relax for my own good
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Ghosts
04:57
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Ghosts, they don't exist, except in our imaginations,
which aren't any less real than the lives that we're making
And most, people can't feel
a difference in our dreams and waking
So how can you tell
if we're here or just faking ourselves out?
Without you the world would probably keep on turning,
for as many odd years, as the sun will keep burning
But when it does explode, we'll all be set free forever
To the infinite night, to be part of the endless
You are a beam of light, you are a beam of light,
you are a beam of light
You are an unwavering beam of light
You are a beam of light, you are a beam of light,
you are a beam of light
You are an unwavering beam of light
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3. |
Dishes
03:46
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There are places in the city that you've always lived,
that you've never been before
And there are pages of your memory that you've always skipped
Like a bill taped to your fridge that you ignore
But it's not gonna get paid now on it's own
And I've got a sink full of dishes that are never clean
Cause I can't quite seem to set aside the time
And I've got a long list of good friends that I never see
And I'd hate to think I know the reasons why
There are days you can't stop thinking of how awful you can be
And there's times you feel pure as the fallen snow
And there are days that you feel pity for that bum out on the street
but he's better than you'd know,
but the past few days have been a little cold
And I've got a sink full of dishes that are never clean
Cause I can't quite seem to set aside the time
And I've got a long list of good friends that I never see
And I'd hate to think I know the reasons why
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4. |
Leave Them
04:41
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Snowy static floats around like dead leaves in the air,
and tangles up your mind
Words get crossed out and misplaced and tumble down the stairs,
into some other life
But don't you ever,
don't you ever dare
Don't you ever,
don't you ever try to go back there
Just leave them there
Fishtanks in the waiting rooms of doctors offices
can leave you hypnotized
And that place back in middle school
that you smoked with your best friend for the very first time
Don't you ever,
don't you ever dare
Don't you ever,
don't you ever try to go back there
Just leave them there
Silhouettes of people that you always thought you knew
can turn out to be wrong
And there are going to be times that you forget the words
to all your favorite songs
But don't you ever,
don't you ever dare
Don't you ever,
don't you ever try to go back there
Just leave them there
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5. |
Bob Seger
02:51
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I listen to Bob Seger every night before I go to bed
Cause if he can make it out of this ugly town then I know that I can
I've never been very good at saying things that I don't really mean
But I'm prepared to spill my guts, and I suppose that should count for something
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6. |
Hospital Walls
04:32
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I was looking for some kind of answers
but all I found were piles of snow
I was wondering what all this life's for
but everyone said they didn't know
And I'm buried right now under piles of debt,
and soon I'll be buried with dirt
And all these songs in my head never quite pay the bills,
but I'm not all that concerned with it
I was working on a great big painting
to give my grandpa as a gift
But he died one cold dark evening and
so I threw it in the ditch
And who paints the walls in these hospital rooms,
cause they only make me feel sick
And I apologize if I've ever been rude,
oh I promise I'm working on it
All god's children are old and grey now,
and settled into their corporate jobs
And I wonder just what he thinks of
all these things that we care about
Cause I laugh and I cry like they're both just the same,
oh I swear that I'm losing my mind
But I read in a book that Bob Dylan he prayed
for the lord to teach him to be kind
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7. |
Phonebooks
03:51
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Every year I get about 17 phonebooks on my porch
And I feel weird throwing them out so I just let them pile up
Till winter covers them with snow
Every day I think about my neighbors horse that passed away
He looked so strange lying in the glass next to that Honda CRV
Right in the middle of the road
They tore down that old farm before my little sister finished school
And in it's place is a drug store parking lot
that makes it seem so very cruel
But still there's nothing you can do
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Criminal
04:10
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I'm not a criminal though I've killed people in my dreams
And I've never had to steal
though I've been known to dine with thieves
And to tell the truth they're just like me
I'm not a hypocrite, still I'm not proud of all I've done
And I hate to think of it, but often I'll refuse to run
When Satan's chasing after me
And when he's knocking at my door,
there's times I let him in
Cause sometimes when you're all alone,
it's nice to have a friend
to see
I'm not a prisoner of anything but my own mind
And I've never been to jail,
but you could say that I've done time
Though time's been pretty good to me
And I don't know what I said, more than 15 minutes ago
But it won't make a difference
some 15 years on down the road
I doubt that you'll remember me
But that's okay cause I don't think that I'll remember you
But I hope that you'd say hello
if your memory pulls through
for me
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9. |
Womb
03:55
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You can't remember being in the womb,
but you were for 9 whole months
And you never will forget that dingy room where you were
for that first touch
You try so hard to forget all those times your parents fought,
but they're in your blood
And you always swore you'd never act that way,
but you're wrong,
you're just the same
You've got such a selective memory
You've got such a selective memory
You've got such a selective memory
You've got such a selective memory
You've got such a selective memory
You've got such a selective memory
You've got such a selective memory
But it's not your fault
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Nathan K. Nashville, Tennessee
"A gorgeous example of Michigan spirit."
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