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I'll send my love three thousand miles
It's gonna shine my heart to you
And when the world has turned around itself again and you are standing where I've been
Three thousand miles starts to feel like two
I'll send my love (I'll send my love)
Two thousand miles (two thousand miles)
My heart will shine (my heart will shine)
Just like the sun
And when the world has turned around itself again and you are standing where I've been
Two thousand miles starts to feel like one
I'll send my love (I'll send my love)
One thousand miles (one thousand miles)
Until the night (until the night)
Is bright as day
And when the world has turned around itself again and you are standing where I've been
One thousand miles isn't very far away
[tambourine/maraca solo]
I'll send my love (I'll send my love)
Three thousand miles (three thousand miles)
It's gonna shine (it's gonna shine)
My heart so true
And when the world has turned around itself again and you are standing where I've been three thousand miles will be right next to you
And when the world has turned around itself again and you are standing where I've been three thousand miles will be right next to you
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Little Crow Man
02:38
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Little crow man, sits in the dark
Wrapped in a blanket and a broken guitar
Looking for music, but he's thinkin too hard to play
He's got black feathers shining purple and gold
He's hiding inside a notebook to stay out of the cold
And he's only a stranger only a nobody only a lost soul on the way
The way to Heaven isn't open today
And my shoes still hurt my feet
And I thought I saw a light on miles ago
With miles to go before I sleep...
Little crow man, hit on the head
Little crow man, did you really think that you weren't just a
Little crow man, made of cosmic ash and dust?
With your big-city walking, smug-eyes wonder, blue jeans, baby, I think you need some new jeans.
And an apple.
And a clue.
And I think you'd better find somebody you can really trust
Someone like you that isn't much like you that isn't much like you that isn't much like you that isn't much
at all
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Lady Sunday
02:59
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There's a stop beyond the reaches of the subway line
Where the tracks are not electric anymore
I'm not thinking, I'm not lucky, I'm not trying
I'm not sleeping, but I'll wake up when it's over
Take a message for the greener places in my mind
Or a woman made of light and cardboard
It was gray and it was cold and it was summertime
Someday, I'm going back to find
Loose mountains, wide opens, I'm dreaming, Lady Sunday
Emeralds and dandelions threaded in my toes
Lady Sunday comes
Lady Sunday goes
When my head is getting too familiar with the wall
And my body too familiar with my chair
When I close my eyes and all I see is darkness
Cause my fancy doesn't show me anywhere
Take a message for the greener places in my mind
Or a woman with the sun instead of hair
There's a postcard of a memory of a starry night
Star-stretched days follow close behind
Loose mountains, wide opens, I'm dreaming, Lady Sunday
Emeralds and dandelions threaded in my toes
Lady Sunday comes
Lady Sunday goes
And when the wind blows, I hear the shapes of someone's music
It's the kind of paint that never leaves your clothes
Take a message for the greener places in my mind
Though I'm bitten-up and dry and can't hold her
There's no thinking, there's no lucky, there's no trying
I'll go back to find my
Loose mountains, wide opens, I'm dreaming, Lady Sunday
Emeralds and dandelions threaded in my toes
Lady Sunday comes
Lady Sunday goes
Loose mountains, wide opens, I'm dreaming, Lady Sunday
Emeralds and dandelions threaded in my toes
Lady Sunday comes
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Sweet Clover
03:43
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She wears eight rings around her fingers or a couple in her ears
When I met her, I sang butterflies, wouldn't you?
She says I'm not afraid of anything except for maybe fear
But you could help me keep the cold out, couldn't you?
If you would give me all the riches in the world
I'd still be running from the future with that girl
Burning breezes, slotted spoons
Here too fast and gone too soon
But just like the moon, she's turning over
Seatback airplane magazines
I'll read to you, you'll read to me
Oh, sweet possibility and Clover
She drives her mom's car from the 90s, she reminds me of her dad
She introduced us in a restaurant, wouldn't you?
She says I just need space to breathe or else I'm going to go mad
But you could let me for my own awhile, couldn't you?
If you would take me to the edges of the earth
I'd still be waiting by the phone to hear from her
Burning breezes, slotted spoons
Here too fast and gone too soon
But just like the moon, she's turning over
Seatback airplane magazines
I'll read to you, you'll read to me
Oh, sweet possibility and Clover
She lost her papers in a canyon when she tried to let them go
When I found her, she sang butterflies, wouldn't you?
She says I'm broken like a watch, sometimes too fast, sometimes too slow
But you could hold my hands real steady, couldn't you?
If you would make me very smart and very strong
I'd still regret that nothing ever lasts for long
Burning breezes, slotted spoons
Here too fast and gone too soon
But just like the moon, she's turning over
Seatback airplane magazines
I'll read to you, you'll read to me
Oh, sweet possibility and Clover
Burning breezes, slotted spoons
Here too fast and gone too soon
But just like the moon, she's turning over
Seatback airplane magazines
I'll read to you, you'll read to me
Oh, sweet possibility
and Clover
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B4 I'm Gone
03:19
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Before I'm gone
I'm gonna make myself a sweatshirt
I'm gonna listen to the Beach Boys
I'll have a tea party at eight
Before I'm gone
I wanna meet you in the lobby
I wanna taste your silver dollar
I wanna learn to figure skate in French
I want to swim in my own bathtub
Before I'm gone
Before I'm gone
I'm gonna feature in a movie
And all the critics will review me
And I'll become a critic too
Before I'm gone
I wanna tango in the disco
I wanna wear a traffic circle
And maybe sunglasses that wrap around my head
It's not before I'm dead, it's
Before I'm gone
Before I'm gone
I'm gonna trip the light fantastic
I'm gonna weave a wicker basket
And then un-weave it all again
Before I'm gone
I wanna work your isometric
I wanna ride some kind of camel
I wanna see another moon
I want to tell you that
When I'm gone
And I won't be here for long
I'm gonna miss you, so don't miss me before I'm gone
Cause when I'm gone
And I won't be here for long
I'm gonna miss you, so don't miss me
Before I'm gone
I'll let you walk me to the edges
I'll let you walk me to the inside
I'll let you walk me to the dawn
Before I'm gone
I wanna sign your ever after
I wanna hear you won't forget me
I wanna say I'll never let you go
But you know I know you know I know you know I know you know I know
That when I'm gone
And I won't be here for long
I'm gonna miss you, so don't miss me before I'm gone
Cause when I'm gone
And I won't be here for long
I'm gonna miss you, so don't miss me
Before I'm gone
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Icarus Tyree Craftsbury, Vermont
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