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What the tide may bring
04:42
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Met outside some little landlocked town. Knew it then but I don't know it now. And I'm waiting, forgiveness. Just a blip, a little pass-through town. Couldn't help but to save it now, praying to our better angels. What if they took the best of our years, bottled em up and saved em for some future ideal self? And we've gone too far.
And was it (up to) me baby to justify what the tide may bring? I’ll see you next spring.
Like darkness on the edge of town playing. Knew it then I didn't know it now, and I knew what was coming. What if they took the best of our years, bottled 'em up and saved em for some future ideal self? And we've gone too far. Was it for me, baby, to justify?
What the tide may bring
What the tide may bring
What the tide may bring
What the tide may bring
I'll see you next Spring
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Text me when it's over
02:41
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Wrote a list of all your fears, and here’s another
Lost the wife and the house and the kids, and here’s another
Staring down takes years, you couldn’t stop then
Bet your life, so insincere, and here’s another
Each time you recognize your, each time you recognize
Come on now stop wasting time, doesn’t mean your hanging on a lie
Less you leave the less they’ll steal, you couldn’t count on them
Didn’t text when you get near, and here’s another
Each time you recognize your faults, each time you recognize
Come on now stop wasting time, doesn’t mean your hanging on a lie
Wrote a list of all your fears, and here’s another
Lost the wife and the house and the kids, and here’s another
Caught in your past and mistakes you made, everything’s changing but I haven’t changed.
Each time you recognize your faults, everything’s changing but I haven’t changed...
Come on now stop wasting time, doesn’t mean your hanging on a lie
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Snowfences
02:59
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Starts with you again, don’t know where it ends
Learn to love again, and I’m wondering where it ends
Walk with you again,don’t know where it ends
Learn to love again, I won’t hit that dead end
The way we were, the way we were
Drop your defenses that stretch like snowfences
That stretch like snowfences that cover new ground
Starts with you again, don’t know where it ends
Walk with you again, I’ve learned enough to guess
The way we were, the way we were
Drop your defenses that stretch like snowfences
That stretch like snowfences that cover new ground
Drop your defenses that stretch like snowfences
That stretch like snowfences that cover new ground
that cover new ground, that cover somehow, What if somehow…
Starts with you again, don’t know where it ends
Learn to love again, and I’m wondering where it ends
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Tell me what you think
03:28
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I hope the West Coast can save your East Coast soul
I hope somebody just loves a little bit more
I get that refrain from out along the coast
I hope somebody don’t know your history
And each time we go farther
It makes you feel honest, witness
Would they offer?
I know you’re waiting, been on that stretch before
I hope somebody knows that feeling like you do
I get your reasons for running from that cold
I get that reeling, that grip can be so cruel
And each time we go farther
It makes you feel brighter, witness
Would they offer some kind of airtight alibi?
And it goes higher, farther than you know
And each time we go farther
It makes you feel honest, always be there for you
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My Own Sweet Burlington, Vermont
MOS is Tim Lauben, Chris Kelly, Kurt Herrmann and Dave Mersch.
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