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Sundance
04:27
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Breathe the hot, dry air
Dreamin of a fish's condition
Sweat soaked hair
And delirious wishes
Uncomfortable position
Caught in a weary stare
Snap like a one hitter, wish I could quit her
Minus the train of affairs
Wading in waves crashing on hot tar
Car after car that I bake in their wake
Burnt to ashes but still left in the char
My spirit awakes in a gasp of alarm
What do we do when we run out of fuel,
Sit and wait until withered?
Cryin a river
Ooh
Hot, hot, hot, hot!!!
Wading in waves crashing on hot tar
Car after car that I bake in their wake
Burnt to ashes but still left in the char
My spirit awakes in a gasp of alarm
Ahh!!!
Salty eyes make it hard to see
Just a lone soul beatin down on top of me
Salty eyes make it hard to see
Just a lone soul beatin on top of me
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Strut, Talk, Cool
03:44
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Smooth, slick, black lock comin undone
In the cool night breeze
Everything was still under the moon
She dropped the key, walking away smiling
Strut, talk, cool
Come on baby, eyes are on you
Get real close
And step back when they want it the most
She didn't know anything better
Than to be a bad, bad girl
And you could damn well bet her that she'd take him for a fool
Well here's the good part, oh that boy knew exactly what to do
Strut, talk, cool
Come on baby, eyes are on you
Get real close
And step back when they want it the most
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Sonoran Whiskey
05:06
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Stepped off the train, my mind feels so tainted
There's ode to the beauty that the desert has painted
It's really all the same
This place from which I came
Come visit me soon she said
But instead I went to clear my head
Stepped into the bar, I didn't make it too far before
Somebody noticed my scars
Care to swim in my sea?
She leaned in real close and said this one's on me
I don't care if the sun don't shine
I'll still be drinkin whiskey like it's summer time
Days like these are one of a kind
Make your way to the party, get on your grind
It's taking up all my time
It's takin up all my time
About her devotion, well I stopped believin
Cuz it's fun in this moment when I'm out all night drinkin
"Shoot for the stars," she said, "oh you won't make it too far"
Then she laughed as she passed
"I don't need this no more"
She screamed, "I don't need this no more, no"
Well I don't care if the sun don't shine
I'll still be drinkin whiskey like it's summer time
Days like these are one of a kind
Make your way to the party, get on your grind
It's taking up all my time
It's takin up all my time
Yeah!
The things I hear, the pictures I see,
She put me in this misery
The things I hear, the pictures I see,
She put me in this misery
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Estrella
03:36
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"Fire!" He cries, fire in his eyes
The jungle awakes as the sounds magnify
Break away, it's time to make an escape
Do anything just to live another day
Go with the motions, don't lose yourself when you
Fall in a place you don't know
You go with the motions
And grab ahold of what you can
To get yourself out of this land
As you pace on, your mind's a ticking bomb
Breathe deep, you've got to be strong
Choose a path to take, you've got to separate
The feeling's you've got and what will become your fate
Like a jungle man who lost control
Fell in a place he don'r know
Now a devil man who lost his soul
Wiped the slate and he followed the role
Now my friends the time has come
To make a decision
Look to the stars above
Remember where you came from
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