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Introduction
02:16
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My wisdom teeth are cutting through the gum
The bones in my skull are still soft
Please take the bite out of your words tonight
I'm only young and I can't say sorry enough
The days are growing shorter, the nights are drawing in
The first drop of phlegm has been coughed
Hold me again beneath the harvest moon
I'm only young and I can't say sorry enough
My skin aches to remember
The feel of your breath on the back of my neck
The feel of your breath on my neck
Should I and could I and can I but will I
My head is too full of this stuff
I need a little time to relax my little mind
I'm only young and I can't say sorry enough
I think I'll go to Iceland where the sun never sets
The nights have never been quite this rough
I just lie in bed thinking about the things we've said
I'm only young and I can't say sorry enough
My ears ache to remember
The sound that you make when you first start to wake
The sound that you make when you wake
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Odysseus Looking Out
02:01
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Tell me Muse and do not refuse
To speak of my fights and my victories
Speak Memory of my wife, Penelope,
And keep lit that light on my history
My fate has been spun by the spinners of the sun
And I'm caught in their web far from you
If only I could see the smoke from your chimney
Then I would not forget the thought of you
Weave your tears on a loom, my dear
Unraveled by the light of the moon
For there's not a sea on earth
With a wide enough a berth
To keep me from returning soon
My eyes are sore from staring from this shore
My gaze it rests on the horizon
And the smell of the brine haunts me from the time
The sun sets to the rosy-fingered dawn
May the Gods quarrel over my sorrow
May they decide in their mind what's right for me
I do not think that my ship would sink
If they sent their wind behind me
Weave your tears on a loom, my dear
Unraveled by the light of the moon
For there's not a sea on earth
With a wide enough a berth
To keep me from returning soon
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This Waltz Has Ended
04:18
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I've been working on my smile
I've been working on my smile
Up at the corners and part the lips
Crease the eyes, don't let it slip
I've been working on my smile
I've been looking for an out
I've been looking for an out
Bottle of whiskey and a length of rope,
A hand written letter in an envelope
I've been looking for an out
Even when this waltz ended
And the trees have mended
And the winter's washed away
I'll be reborn or I'll be dead
It doesn't matter either way
I've been painting my room
I've been painting my room
Paint it white and I won't sleep at night
Paint it black and I won't wake
Paint it red I'll go out of my head
Paint it blue and I'll think of you
I've been painting my room
I've been thinking I'd better move
I've been thinking I'd better move
Home is where the heart is so your name is my address
Just forward my post to the name Belhaven Best
I've been thinking I'd better move
Even when this waltz ended
And the trees have mended
And the winter's washed away
I'll be reborn or I'll be dead
It doesn't matter either way
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As Sure As Rain
01:21
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We'll grow as sure as rain
We'll sow the last seeds of pain
I cannot take more, I cannot take more than this
I cannot take more, I cannot take more of this
So leave this message overhead:
"Here lies a man whose name was writ in piss"
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This is Mine Now
00:46
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I'll delete the messages you sent
I'll keep the paperback you lent
This is mine now it's my heart you took
So I feel entitled to one sorry book
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