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I love you Skyler
02:43
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*What do you think about me reading this poem i wrote*
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7 Leaf Clover
03:19
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I miss your brown eyes, with a stare so complex, i feel inside
I cant get rid of no howlin' wind, but i can look out my window, see where
i been, where we have been, where i been
To the bottom of a tree, you and me
To the top of a building
The 7 leaf clover below my feet, reminds me of when the bee's would
bring fear in me
The blissful feelings i long for so, they only seem to come when i'm
alone, when we are alone, when i'm alone
To the bottom of a tree, you and me
To the top of a building, ooooooooo
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The tramp moves on to the end of the street
I listen to the echo of his hobnail feet
For some there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The world humes on at its breakneck pace
People fly in their lifelong race
For them there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The chances they come, but the chances have been lost
Success can be gained, but at too great a cost
For some there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
The wind sweeps up and goes back to its tree
The rain flows by and moves to the sea
For them there's a future to find
But I think they're leaving me behind.
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Finding the Past
02:54
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I don't know where ill go
You are leaving, finding yourself
Where can i find the past, the best feeling
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Hang My Head
03:52
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Hang my head, think real slow, came this far, can't go home
look around and all i see, you and me...
Take some steps back to me, once you're here i can breathe
Take some steps back to me, pay my dues baby, then you'll see
Now you're back, back with me, need a smoke baby? can you breathe?
see i'm here, don't forget i only pick the ripest red
My nature is true
Watch me turn blue
A faded wind, A memory
The trains track crawlin' across the sea
The clouds were gone, but now they cry a tear worth drippin' from my eye
Death will grow under a tree, the plants of next year will never see
My nature is true
Watch me turn blue
My nature is true
Watch me turn blue
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Hobo Joe
01:56
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Hobo Joe, walked three thousand miles
In planks of leather, in this weather
Wrappin' up cigarette filters just to smoke them down, over and over
Tiny fingers, pluck them banjo strings
Until the moon comes & pardons he
Until tomorrow
Hobo Joe smoke away your soul
Until tomorrow
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Empty Timeline
02:34
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There is the place, now you know how far we will go
Greeting these friends with trust
Grieving for whats too fun
Fine lines, why would i try?
To see this part of an empty timeline
Heres a place, a part in me
Reaching for nothing
Fine lines, why would i try?
To see this part of an empty timeline
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I Won't Feel A Thing
02:50
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Lifting up my own cup
Dull point knife, i'm still up
Where i find the night is blind
Opens up, where i find what i'm dreaming
Be what they want one day, think yourself away
Where i'll be this weekend, i wont feel a thing
Wishing for a reason to give you everything
Where i'll go this weekend, i wont feel a thing
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The Way They Eat
03:06
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Ignore what they say, we want to kill everything, possess everything
In time they pick where you go
Now you wait for the show
The way we love
They cant see
The way we talk honestly
The way they eat the food they grow
The way they keep their gardens full
They warn, tell us to stay at home
While they clean up the place alone
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There's no stronger wind than the one that blows
Down a lonesome railroad line
No prettier sight than looking back
On a town you left behind
There is nothin' that's as real
As a love that's in my mind
Close your eyes
I'll be here in the morning
Close your eyes
I'll be here for a while
There's lots of things along the road
I'd surely like to see
I'd like to lean into the wind
And tell myself I'm free
But your softest whisper's louder
Than the highways call to me
All the mountains and the rivers
And the valleys can't compare
To your blue lit dancin' eyes
And yellow shining hair
I could never hit the open road
And leave you layin' there
Lay your head back easy, love,
Close your cryin' eyes
I'll be layin' here beside you
When the sun comes on the rise
I'll stay as long as the cuckoo wails
And the lonesome bluejay cries.
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Chandler Trey Johnson Portland, Oregon
Chandler is a Multi-Insturmentalist from Bellingham Washington
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