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Hands On Fire
03:45
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Wasted
04:38
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Took a bus
So far away
Trying to find a way to call my baby home
Trying to find the words for nothing here to say
except for a heart laid on the ground when it gets cold
Wasted, too many lines on your pages
Too many eyes and you're faking
You're tumbling down
You're only
Fading so slight and so slowly
Hold on too tight, you get lonely from holding it all
Holding on so dearly, baby clearly I've got love enough for you
And it might not be a lot but all I want is just the best we both can do
See I've got love enough to go around
And I would never try and let you down
When you're wasted
Too many lines on your pages
Too many eyes and you're faking
You're tumbling down
You're only
Fading so slight and so slowly
Hold on too tight, you get lonely from holding it all
But old shoes new mirror, same soul, new eyes
Old shoes, new mirror, you seek but you hide
Disguise
So take the leaves the broken branches all in vain
When you still feel the same
We all still feel the same
Won't step outside your room if you might fall
But there's nothing there
There's nothing there at all
You're just wasted
To many lines on your pages
Too many eyes and you're faking
Tumbling down
You're only
Fading so slight and so slowly
But hold on too tight you'll get lonely
From holding it all
Took a bus
So far away
Just trying to find a way
To call my baby home
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47
04:30
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Driving down the freeway
47 on my right
And I might Just keep driving solo
Till the stars become the thing that streak the night
Instead of city lights of red and white
I'm headed for tomorrow
With my dreams of yesterday
And I'll keep driving, turning, changing
To escape the sudden fade
Away
But if dialing up a calling means getting done with stalling
I guess I'll just have to run and see
If I run will I grow tired of chasing me
Someday soon I might just smile and up and leave
My fingers flip the pages
Skip the months, the days, the weeks
When I just couldn't see what was coming
Now honey I can hardly speak
But skipping over memories doesn't mean that they're not there
Just like taking that old exit wouldn't really mean I care
So if dialing up a calling means getting done with stalling
I guess that I'll just have to run and see
If I run will I grow tired of chasing me
Someday soon I might just smile and up and leave
Some day soon I'm gonna smile and up and leave
Up and leave
So I'm driving down the 210
47's on my right
And I could just get off right here
Or keep on carving all my dreams into the night
The 210 is chasing me
The 210 is chasing me
Now I'm the only one who can see
But I'm smiling
I'm just smiling
I'm smiling this is how I up and leave
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Alycia Lang Durham, North Carolina
Alycia Lang is a Durham, North Carolina-based singer-songwriter, touring musician and vocalist/multi-instrumentalist.
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