1. |
Now's the Time
02:34
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Sun rose, won't you please close the blinds
It's getting late so shut your eyes
The music's over, the crowd it has died
So maybe now's the time
You can hear the laughter getting sober
The drinks they have dried
So maybe now's the time
Minimum wage still fills up your days
You got all these loans that aren't even close to being paid
You got collectors knocking on your door
So maybe now's the time
You just keep drinking your cheap whiskey
Until you hit the floor
So maybe now's the time
There lies death in bird
There will be flies to feast
Quickly devouring all
Until they just fly away
Because it's so much easier to leave
Than to stay
Your friends left town to become kings and queens
They'll succeed they can do anything
The big city lights are calling me
So maybe now's the time
'Cause there's nothing left in that god forsaken town
For you to do
So maybe now's the time
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2. |
Become the Dream
02:23
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If I'm ever gonna find my way
Then I will need your help to open my sleepy eyes
Please girl clutch, my shaky hands
And let happiness fill our lives
We'll just picture ourselves amongst the elite
Follow the paths that they beat
What we imagine is what we'll be
Work and grow and become the dream
I will stand up for you
I will encourage anything that you want to do
And we will thrive in our time
Show each other how to make it through
We'll just picture ourselves amongst the elite
Follow the paths that they beat
What we imagine is what we'll be
Work and grow and become the dream
I knew love when we danced in the rain
I knew that we'd never be the same
The past has passed the future it is near
because the present is ours to claim
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3. |
One More
02:34
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4. |
I'll Keep Writing Songs
02:45
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5. |
Another Weekend
02:01
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6. |
Be Myself
02:37
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7. |
These Things Come
01:22
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I don't know what else I could have done
When these things come, these things come
You must admit that we had fun
But what's done is done
Drunk on lust and other drugs
We peck and nibble our flesh and bone
Our bodies know this conversation well
Speaking instinctually on their own
But I don't think that we have a chance
With you looking for love
And I'm just enjoying the dance
I'm sorry honey, well I'm sorry baby doll
But, I don't know what else I could have done
When these things come, these things come
You must admit that we had fun
But what's done is done
Stumbling round with my tumbler full of cheer
I start to mumble all the words you want to hear
I scream, "I LOVE YOU!"
I whisper, "you're the only one."
I'm glad you have perspective, girl
'Cause me, I have none
But I don't think that we have a chance
With you looking for love
And I'm just enjoying the dance
I'm sorry honey, well I'm sorry baby doll
But, I don't know what else I could have done
When these things come, these things come
You must admit that we had fun
But what's done is done
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8. |
Boy, Creep
02:11
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9. |
Head Over Heels
02:27
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10. |
Lost At Sea
03:15
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11. |
Same Place Again
02:54
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12. |
The Radio is Blasting
03:10
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13. |
Wait for Sunrise
02:42
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14. |
While You Are Gone
02:03
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15. |
Carried Away
03:21
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16. |
Lions Heart
03:06
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17. |
Branch Out and Bend
02:21
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18. |
I've Been Sleeping
03:13
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