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big pink

ottmar gramms, bought some land, in 1952, built a house, and gave it a blouse, now pink was just brand new. in ’67, this rented heaven, saw 3 men move right in the basement crew sounded old and new.

oh to be an owl that night, oh to be an owl that night

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to sit on a limb and take it all in. americana songs gettin’ breast-fed on milk and gin.

caught it from love

the doctor said sit, and open your eyes, look to the left and look to the right, how did ya catch it - i caught it from love

the doctor said “wait, i’ve seen this before, it rattles a man, right down to his core” how did ya catch it? - i caught it from love

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how did you catch it? - not on a train. how did you catch it? - not in the rain. how did you catch it? - nobody knows but i caught it from love

it’s startin’ to grow, valentine red, it’s showing its teeth, and it's hurtin’ my head, how did ya catch it? - i caught it from love

she gave it to him, he gave it to her, it fills up a room, and it travels the earth, no one’s protected, we got it from love

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how did you catch it? - not on a train. how did you catch it? - not in the rain. how did you catch it? - nobody knows but i caught it from love

the doctor said “sit and wait here a while, i’ll get the nurse, she’s got a great smile” how did she catch it? - she caught it from love

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how did you catch it? - not on a train. how did you catch it? - not in the rain. how did you catch it? - nobody knows but i caught it from love

whittled down to nothing

whittled down to nothing - you used to look so good

whittled down to nothing - you stayed much longer than you should

whittled down to nothing - you used to smile

whittled down to nothing - it cost you everything that you had

whittled down to nothing - feeling like someone else’s fad

whittled down to nothing - you became a launching pad

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time can change you, people arrange, and words can knock you down - from kabul down to kandahar to the band-e amir national park

whittled down to nothing - well nothing really aint that bad

whittled down to nothing - makes you think of things that you had

whittled down to nothing - maybe keep a pen and a pad

whittled down to nothing - from birch to balsa wood

whittled down to nothing - we all get what we should

whittled down to nothing - don’t fret ‘cause it’s all good

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now you’re stuck with a beast in the backseat, and it's renting your mind, it’s renting your mind…

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the fable

every bride that looks the same - its a sign - for every door that opens more its a shrine. i’m just a kid with bb gun - shooting morning doves just for fun - every bride that looks the same - its a sign

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you wrote the fable, it says it on the label too - so don’t you cry, don’t you cry. you built the stable, your horse was white but mine was blue

every time i look away it’s a crime -  and when i look back i’m now doing time - i’m just a kid with a bb gun - shooting morning doves just for fun - every time i look away it’s a crime

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the usual way

the way you wink at my son - the way you always walk fast in a store -hmm, the usual way

the way you stick your hair pin - the way you ask me “should i put color in?” -hmm, the usual way

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the usual way, the usual way, the usual way, the usual way

the way you say “you lighten me” - the way you say “i don’t know where i’d be”  -hmm, the usual way

the way you tag me in a post - the way you say “honey, check this out”  -hmm, the usual way

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and all those times you were stuck in a quandary - and all the times you’ve done the laundry

the way you serve the dying - and then you say “everything’s alright” -hmm, the usual way

and when you close your eyes joanne - and even when you pull the blankets near, -hmm, the usual way

miss hazelwood

princess divorces the toad

i’ve got the wind, you’ve got the rain, i got the weeds, you got the pain, you’ve got the right, i’ve got the wrong, when you’re alive you got the song

you’ve got the sail, i’ve got the sunset, you’ve got the rap, i’ve got the drumset, you’ve got the taste, and i’ve got the tongue, you’ve got the face, but i’ve got the lung

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in the hallway of my heart

there’s an opening in my heart - for how long i do not know - if it changes i’ll let you know - but for now…

it’s been left out in the rain - and it’s been shot up many times before - he who learns must suffer pain

and my point is not to let you down - nor to make you feel defeated - i understand there are many in this town

broken