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• The Good Book

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• Northwestern Skies

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• Get On The Road

  Tired Pony - Get On the Road LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang @ www.lrcgc.com @ The fire, the wine, the bed and you. In this crimson light I find the truth. And the truth is like a punch or two. It hits you hard it knocks you through. So I... get on the road and ride to you. I......

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• Point Me At Lost Islands

  Tired Pony - Point Me At Lost Islands LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang @ www.lrcgc.com @ By the look in your down-turned eyes, you've had enough of these angry skies. I can't wait just like you can't wait until we're out, past familiar gates. Your hands are freezing cold on my fac...

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• Dead American Writers

  Tired Pony - Dead American Writers LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang @ www.lrcgc.com @ Here's to every time that you rock a boat Here's to every word that you ever wrote There were clues but it was never clear You've got to choose your own way out of here I could say anything you n...

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• The Deepest Ocean There Is

  Tired Pony - The Deepest Ocean There Is LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang @ www.lrcgc.com @ I've been terrified since you walked out the door These are not the lies I told you once before This is not the end it's still an outside thing I'm not taking off my wedding ring just yet In...

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• Pieces

  Tired Pony - Pieces LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang @ www.lrcgc.com @ I see her from the deep garden And her hair is soaking wet The bedroom light is flickering To the pounding of your heart You close your eyes and count to ten When they open you are steel Slow your breathing d...

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• Held In The Arms Of Your Words

  Tired Pony - Held In the Arms of Your Words LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang @ www.lrcgc.com @ This light at the end of the day When even the highways seem still The map in my hands folded shut There isn't one magical word But a carnival of them instead Like an old, silent cinema...

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