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SEATTLE
Read it in the newspaper
Saw it in on the TV
And I thumbed through a magazine
Watched it on the silver screen
No I never ever been to Seattle
No I never ever been to Seattle
Well I read all about the space needle
And pioneer square
Whole lot of johnnies play guitar everywhere
No I never ever been to Seattle
No I never ever been to Seattle
Read it in the newspaper
Read it on the web
Took a ride on the monorail
Only in my head
No I never ever been to Seattle
No I never ever been to Seattle
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v1:
The door is open, you don't need to break in
I know you're hoping you will find yourself a friend
But in the small hours, they led you away
I'm sorry you couldn't stay
v2:
I can't pretend to know what it's like
I've never been in your shoes, but you know I'll try
to understand this thing you're going through
Part of me has been there, too
ch:
Sometimes we get sad and we need to go home
What do we do when our shiny past is gone?
We can't go back, no matter what we think
So come on in, have a seat, I'll pour you a drink
v3:
Don't know what happened to bring you back here
I should be laughing, but instead I'm close to shedding tears
How will this play out? It ain't easy to say
The memories, they won't fade away
ch:
Sometimes we get sad and we need to go home
What do we do when our shiny past is gone?
We can't go back, no matter what we think
So come on in, have a seat, I'll pour you a drink
br:
Everybody's got to be somewhere
A safe space to go when it seems nobody cares
v1.5:
The door is open, why'd you try to break in?
ch:
We all get sad and we need to go home
What do we do when our shiny past is gone?
We can't go back, no matter what we think
So come on in, have a seat, I'll pour you a drink
So come on in, have a seat, I'll pour you a drink
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3. |
Doug Davis - Blinders
04:12
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I don’t even believe you anymore
you got nothing to say
did your momma not teach you
how to tell the score
how to find the takeaway
Can’t seem to shut up
Your precious choices
You say you’re never gonna fold
You’re so damn put on
you’ve lost your voices
just like a two-year-old
You can spend your sleepless nights
Just wondering how those blinders work
Do they take ‘em off when no one’s round
To call ‘em soulless jerks
Sometimes I look around me
I just need another drink
You can lead a man to the Promised Land
But you can’t make him think
There ain’t much left to be done for rabid dogs
just give ‘em space to spin ‘round
I guess a wise man would tell you take your time
gotta get lost before you’re found
Can’t seem to shut up
Your precious choices
You say you’re never gonna fold
You’re so damn put on
you’ve lost your voices
just like a two-year-old
You can spend your sleepless nights
Just wondering how those blinders work
Do they take ‘em off when no one’s round
To call ‘em soulless jerks
Sometimes I look around me
I just need another drink
You can lead a man to the Promised Land
But you can’t make him think
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Sent alone
Cast a light
Bullet lists return, never checking twice
Pick a wave
Spinning wheels of home
Genericide
Sent alone
Flicker of a screen, stills to IPS
Cast alight
Blue glow to white walls
Nightlight of its time
Genericide
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5. |
Luke Payne - Uber driver
02:28
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