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Problems of the World
03:52
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The problems of the world can still be felt in paradise
The pine boughs still feel heavy with snow
Even though it’s summertime
The branches hangin’ down like eyelids under coins
The needles ain’t fit to stabbin’
When they can’t see the point
An eagle is flyin’ round like nothin’s goin’ on
But the crows are cryin’ loud
‘Cause I bet they feel it strong
No one is wholly free, even flyin’ on the breeze
Pushed and pulled around
Like the branches in the trees
It’s a wonder they fly at all, or that the trees are still standing tall
Just to touch the sky
Must be worth the fall
The only thing to do is to reach up at the skies
The problems of the world
Can still be felt in paradise
The problems of the world
The problems of the world
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Baby, Be My Baby
03:28
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Baby, won’t you maybe say please
that you’ll be my baby
won’t you, honey dear
Darling can’t you see I’m falling
Can’t you hear me calling
Calling out for you?
‘Cause all I wanna do
Is sing my songs for you
Honey, though it may sound funny
We don’t need no money
For what I wanna do
‘Cause all I wanna do
Is sing my songs for you
Baby won’t you maybe say please
that you’ll be my baby
won’t you, honey dear
Darling can’t you see I’m falling
Can’t you hear me calling
Calling out for you?
‘Cause all I wanna do
Is sing my songs for you
‘Cause all I wanna do
Is sing my songs for you
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Ain't It Strange
04:22
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The clouds are quiet
As the shooting stars,
The cars on 30 pass by
And as I wonder
Where you are
I don’t dare to wonder why
There ain’t no home on the range
The deer are runnin round with mange
Ain’t it strange
If you ever feel
Stuck in place
You outta watch some water flow
In the mirror you see
a changing face
Someone you’re not sure you know
There ain’t no home on the range
People runnin round insane
Ain’t it strange
The purple night and the glittering stars
the twinkling headlights on the passing cars
the broken mirror in the flowing stream
make it all feel like a dream
There ain’t no home on the range
The stars are fallin’ down like rain
Ain’t it strange
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Pulled Apart
04:58
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Have you ever wanted to be pulled apart
and put back together?
Have them take away your aches and pains
Heal your heart and brains
Make you light as a feather
With all that you’ve learned, would you like a new start
Or do you feel like you’ve been ripped apart
while drifting out to sea
slowly by a bunch of sharks
dragged down in the dark
torn into by their teeth
But somehow you’re still alive, in parts
But you can’t be pulled apart
And be put back together
You’re not a machine
You’re a goddamned human being
Imperfectly whole
Do you feel like you’ve been picked apart
By everyone you know?
Pieces of you paralyzed?
Compartmentalized?
As if you’re a piece of code
A story that’s been told, as if you didn’t have a heart
But you can’t be pulled apart
And be put back together
You’re not a machine
You’re a goddamned human being
Imperfectly whole
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Since I'm Here Now
04:11
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If I knew then
What I now know
I’d never go
Down to the world below
If I saw an old man
With pain on his face
His knees embraced
I’d never submit to this place
But since I’m here now
It’s perfectly clear now
that I’ll stay
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