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Deep down in me is misery
That cries and pleads to be set free
Finds new ways to steal and cheat
Deep down in me is misery
Deep down in you is an ugly truth
That speaks plain the things you do
Makes ones you love broken and blue
Deep down in you is an ugly truth
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Paid To Pave
03:15
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Eating seeds just to pass the time
Drinking wine that I didn't buy
Hunched to the wind in a mismatched suit
Sliding over ice on leather-soled boots
Fastened to the loam under frozen ground
I stand like a sentry not making a sound
It's a chorus of echoes, years of regret
It's only noon I need a cigarette
There's a widow sleeping alone tonight
I'm paid to pave the roads into the light
Wind or rain gloom of night
I'm paid to pave the roads into the light
Yes I'm paid to pave the roads into the light
Union break during final rites
Stolen nap to a sermonized lullaby
On the halting grind to a heartbreaking end
Monday through Friday, again and again
There's a widow sleeping alone tonight
I'm paid to pave the roads into the light
Wind or rain gloom of night
I'm paid to pave the roads into the light
Yes I'm paid to pave the roads into the light
Funeral directors catholic priests
Well-meaning well-wishers, recently bereaved
"Give me a call, I'm always around"
Cause of death not spoken aloud
Fluorescent church lights for such a vicious dark
Slice of cake and a handshake when you're falling apart
But I can remind you if you care
That things are normal even boring somewhere
There's a widow sleeping alone tonight
I'm paid to pave the roads into the light
Wind or rain gloom of night
I'm paid to pave the roads into the light
Yes I'm paid to pave the roads into the light
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No Worse Fate
03:45
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Her eyes as blank as canvasses waiting for the paint
Sky blue or sunset red she's waiting patient as a saint
To be locked into a corner where the tears fall warm and clear
He says "There has to be an ending to whatever's forming here
And you will see
What it truly takes to be truly free
And honestly, there are far worse fates than giving up and surrendering"
Colors cast lacquer locked evidence on her hands
As she sinks the world is rising; a revenant on the sand
By gravity and time she slides from one chamber to the next
Until the glass is filled and spills into the remainder again
Now she sees
What it truly takes to be truly free
And she agrees
There are far worse fates than giving up and surrendering
The night has passed the moon remains the painting is all done
The reds and blues are drying in the flaming morning sun
She sees his signature at the corner of the frame
And with a blood red stripe she paints a border over his name
Now she sees what it truly takes to be truly free
And she agrees there is no worse fate than giving up and surrendering
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Leave The Rain
02:21
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I coasted to a stop
I put the truck in park
Guitar in hand I slammed the door shut
Six months on the wagon
For two nights on the stage
Already a thirst was burning in my gut
The one light in the room
Was the spotlight on the stage
Underneath a friend played a steel guitar
In that high and lonesome sound
I heard the message clear and loud
At his feet was some money in a jar
He sang:
You got to leave that rain behind
Find the breeze and clear your mind
If it's a broken heart you're searching for a broken heart you'll find
You've got to leave that rain behind
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