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My birth was uninvited but accepted
I was warmly welcomed in and treated right
And the demons I would battle found temporary peace
And I became a little angel overnight
The Earth it took to dancing and the Moon was spinning 'round
And soon I saw the world through my own eyes
But cooking in my noggin was a dark and bloody coup
And I was sitting like a goose when it began
'Cause my mind's got a mind of its own
There's another little man in my head
And I'm never quite certain as to what he'll do next
But I'm always ashamed of what he says
Folks would share what's on their mind if they couldn't speak
I quickly learned that honesty's an art
And logic is the golden rule if only in your head
And consistency was missing from the start
'Cause my mind's got a mind of its own
There's another little man in my head
And I'm never quite certain as to what he'll do next
But I'm always ashamed of what he says
I appreciate the effort that you make to miss the point
I hear the change of words as you speak
And we can get along together 'cause we're all so insecure
And fear of retribution keeps the peace
'Cause my mind's got a mind of its own
There's another little man in my head
And I'm never quite certain as to what he'll do next
But I'm always ashamed of what he says
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Heart & Spine
03:00
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You were fresh off of bad love coming unglued
I had bruises in my history too
Thrust out into the fray
It wasn't long before I grew to hate the empty space
You came in like a hailstorm and filled up the place
Who were you anyway
And I think it's long past time
No one questions if I have heart
But I'm ready to grow a spine
I brushed off the world and fell into your arms
But you held on loose and didn't carry me far
Thrust out into the fray
There's nothing but a tumbleweed beneath the veneer
You can cast it all aside without shedding a tear
Who were you anyway
And I think it's long past time
No one questions if I have heart
But I'm ready to grow a spine
So bring on the biting cold dawn of the day
Bring on the freight train barreling my way
Let the big open box car take me away from here
Bring on the bulls chasing 'round outside
Bring on the doubt shooting through my mind
It doesn't make a lick of sense to take this ride in fear
And I think it's long past time
No one questions if I have heart
But I'm ready to grow a spine
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Punch The Clock
02:13
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I woke up this morning to a world without the trees
Had no place left to hide
Laid out for all to see
Set me free from this sorry dream
And the hookworms in my head
Punch the clock babe
And I'll head back to bed
I've got gin in the cupboard
Expired milk in the fridge
It's seven o' clock in the evening
I haven't moved an inch
It's times like these I start to think
My heart is made of lead
Punch the clock babe
And I'll head back to bed
I've got quite a bit to explain
But nothing to say
I'm leaving you tomorrow
Eleven years too late
One more minute awake in hell
Is the only thing I dread
Punch the clock babe
And I'll head back to bed
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Corner Store
03:22
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We've got potato wedge fries, dollar fifty a pound
You can find them just about anywhere here in town
I guess they're alright, cause we sell quite a few
But I especially like it when we sell them to you
This job's not the worst, keeps me up on my feet
There's not much to do, but there's plenty to see
Creatures of habit, families on the road
A day in the life of a day of no note
The truckers buy the coffee, but they add their own sugar
Reminisce about old Sally, and swear that they loved her
The fire at the alter smothered senseless by time
A white dress of satin stretched across the state line
Jerry walks on a cane and he drags through his neck
Slaps a Lincoln on the counter for his next cigarette
Throws his throat back in humor as he clutches his chest
Shuffles back out the door at the snail's pace of death
Tammy stares through the walls, wanders aimlessly near
Brings the family inside an Astro filled with blankets and beer
The dogs are at the neighbor's, doctor's note on the wall
A life behind the wheel going no place at all
We've got potato wedge fries, dollar eighty a pound
With a new blend of spices, but sales are still down
The years have been rough, but I'm sure we'll get through
But I especially miss it when we sold fries to you
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Road To Chicago
03:56
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Dug a bike out the backyard shed
Still works like a charm
Thick tooth tires and hard spokes ready to ride
Gonna tackle the hard-nosed trail
Of the California-Illinois line
Shower up, shave and stand out right by your side
And he's sweet, he's witty
Shares what he's got
And what little he's got is enough
His loyal and gentle way
Give you reason enough to stay
But still I pedal on
Broke the gate of the Grass Valley north
To the desert below
Picturesque state of despair
For not an ounce of hope
Rang the bell of the Great Salt Lake
Found a friendly hello
Selling my pride back for two cents door to door
And he's sweet, he's witty
Shares what he's got
And what little he's got is enough
His loyal and gentle way
Give you reason enough to stay
But still I pedal on
Says on the map that I passed Cheyenne
Must of missed it I suppose
Plowed through the trail to the Omaha border
Just a pinching my nose
Turn the page on the fields of gold
Got a chapter to go
To catch in my eye the lakeside that you call home
And he's sweet, he's witty
Shares what he's got
And what little he's got is enough
His loyal and gentle way
Give you reason enough to stay
But still I pedal on
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Amazing Grace
01:59
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