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Got a dictionary out in the yard
All the grass is too long
Gets cut on every seventh day
But the words keep piling up in the way
She smiles like sunlight
Even late at night
There's a stream that's running out of the woods
It's a bitch of a hike
Little fish are always swimming by
In the water headed down to the sea
It's a good place to be
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Leave Me Alone
04:05
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In the morning, why don't you leave me alone?
You know that I'm as good as gone
Sunshine why don't you leave me alone?
Don't want you on my back today
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Favorite One Driving
02:30
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One more step in my direction
A mission of elephants over the hills
Out to the places where they have no medicine
Piloting planes into the mountains
But if you take that trip
Don't forget to bring a blanket
It gets so cold up above the equator
Tell me the things that I'm doing aren't negative
Driving at night I'm the favorite
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Wolves Lookout
01:36
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Wolves don't bite me can't you see they don't know how to be from the sharpened fangs pulling out the lungs piercing arteries they don't sigh when rabbits die it's a part of the whole now a shot to reality there's some sunshine in the trees and a carcass hanging dead in its teeth let it down slowly
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Big Red Sun
02:44
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Start from right to left forget about the lessons regurgitated blindly under a big red sun survey the expansive mode of operation - the progress made the progress laid to waste - beautiful aphorisms relayed they come while I'm asleep and I am dreaming I saw your laughing face on the front page and I just walked by it's kind of made me feel like crying - got my medicine enough for everyone don't you worry about me got the need to believe and the will to see it through so I won't worry about you
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Preparation Blues
01:47
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Innocent mind closed to the touch ghosts in the trees start from the bottom and swim to the top don't knock off the leaves strange impulse now a sleight of the hand cut off to the wrist crashing your car flying from skyscrapers down to the sea blind to the causes we meet
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Fear of Airplanes
03:02
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I know we settled down too soon some faded voices kicking dust up in the street an elevated highway halves the distance from me to you better to take the long way it's not so far to fall now he's a combat veteran almost died in a foreign land had to get there somehow much too far to go on foot but the planes are so high up two miles above the earth it's like his legs are broken sit at home and watch tv have no fear it's as safe as sex awful lot of people sitting in first class have a drink it'll do no harm just don't light up in the restroom there's a smoke alarm
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Close That Shade
02:09
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All this lashing left aside laughing faces in the trees left to die alone in a broken home close that shade for me tell me things i've never seen bodies burning from inside just a little thing not worth it to remember the days that passed us by
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Spinning Globe
02:58
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It's all over now still decide is there anyone listening? a ragged sigh far away what is it saying? you've been living in sin on the side of the lonely ones threw it all away on some big scam it's such a shame journey out to the wild expanse lose yourself in the fields of green and let the days go by it's the things that you've seen put the contours to this impossible dream 10,000,000 ways to walk down paths that turn to steam give it up to the sun and sky and don't forget to forget yourself spinning globe you will find somewhere places that you've never seen one auspicious wind leads to another
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Last One
03:39
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Words
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More words
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Reed Burnam Austin, Texas
Houston-born and raised, long-time resident of Austin, I've also passed time living in Southern California and Northern India. I write all kinds of songs in all kinds of styles about all kinds of things at all kinds of levels of listenability.
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