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Bare Feet
03:56
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I've been thinking
I've been drinking
I've been winking to some pictures of the Eskimos
And in between all the ice
The sun feels so nice
Shining through my toes
And I'm dreaming
Standing at the pavement
Bare feet hoping
To explain it
I swear I swear I swear it's the truth
The best things in life don't happen to you
I swear I swear I swear it's the truth
The best things in life don't happen to you
Well I'm stepping with my snow shoes
Out the front door of my igloo in the Poconos
And the fire down the road
Keeps me running from the cold
On a warmer note
And I'm dreaming
Staring at the flames
Bare feet hoping
Never feels the same
I swear I swear I swear it's the truth
The best things in life don't happen to you
I swear I swear I swear it's the truth
The best things in life don't happen to you
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2. |
Land of Thieves
03:10
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Break my arm and steal my wife
We stumbled in the land of thieves tonight
Sun stretched cross the horizon line
Scared to death but feeling fine
Well there's no law in the land of thieves
And the devils call is the mouth to feed
The good and bad
The sick and sad
Live in
War and peace
Withered down and walkin round
Trying to see the good soaked in this ground
Just a clown in this ghost town
Well there's no law in the land of thieves
And the devils call is the mouth to feed
The good and bad
The sick and sad
Live in
War and peace
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3. |
Fly on the Side
04:09
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She's free and wild
Broken bottle glued back together
By a child
An umbrella up in the air
When it's sunny out
She waits and dates
And shakes hands with the clouds
She parties on
No food in the fridge at her empty home
And she wonders why she's all alone
When she doesn't know
What it's like to love anyone
And she hides
Behind the mirrors in her eyes
I tried
To see her face but I saw mine
In fly on the side
Of the wine glass she's prescribed
Isn't the only one
To see through her and I
She wants it all
But it's not her fault
Living in the back seat of all her problems
Lost control
That's what she told
Me and everyone else who isn't whole
Either the speaker
Has always been buzzing
Wonder what's up
With your favorite cousin
Remember family and how much you love them
Bet they're really happy
And probably wondering
What is this life
She's been given
Living alone
You know that she picked it
What is this life
She's been given
Living alone
You know that she picked it
She hides
Behind the mirrors in her eyes
I tried
To see her face but I saw mine
In fly on the side
Of the wine glass she's prescribed
Isn't the only one
To see through her and I
To see through her and I
To see through her and I
And to see it
To see it
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4. |
Dry Mouth Driving
03:29
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Pine cones and rattlesnakes
My knees break when the earth quakes
And shakes us all
So senseless
Rivers rise
Then they dry
Up into nothing
Redwoods and pathways
Trail marks and highways
Moving tires
Spinning round so senseless
We ask ourselves
If we're in hell
How do we answer this
And I drink in this
Desert no more
With you
Dry mouth driving
Into the sky
Out of the blue
I know that we made it
Battered and taken
Letting go of what was left behind us
Moving on to greater pastures
Holding on to what were after
Letting go of what was left behind us
And I drink in this
Desert no more
With you
Dry mouth driving
Into the sky
Out of the blue
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The Chip Breakers Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
______ Joe ______
vocals, guitar
_____Tom
______
banjo, guitar, kick drum, hi hat, vocals, glockenspiel
_______Pat_____
upright bass, vocals
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