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Magenta
03:56
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True
What you said in retrospect should clearly be the truth
I don't believe it still
I can't believe myself
I couldn't talk to you unless you let me think it through
You make it look too easy
You make it look too easy
Take a picture for me
And I'll keep it in my head
What's the point in being sad
If it's pretend
You think you're smart
But all you do is talk about disease
Enjoy the great outdoors
Enjoy the great outdoors
I tried to talk in french so you would think that I was too
I'm gonna keep my eyes open
I'm gonna keep my eyes open
Take a picture for me
And I'll keep it in my head
What's the point of being glad
If it's pretend
If it's pretend
Don't tell me how you think it's going to go the other way
(Enjoy the great outdoors)
(Enjoy the great outdoors)
Don't tell me how you think it's going to go the other way
(Enjoy the great outdoors)
(Enjoy the great outdoors)
Take a picture for me
And I'll keep it in my head
Would the sky be so blue
If we mixed it with some red
The things you think to yourself
Aren't meant to be explained
And I'll see you here again
Hopefully
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2. |
El Dorado
04:32
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Another aging sun gone down
A soul lost to a dream
I saw the man who sat beneath a tree
His ancient hair fell down onto the ground beneath his feet
His eyes were gray like everything I'd seen
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
On the road where I belong
The city streets are made of gold
On the road where I belong
On the road where I where I belong
The city streets are made of gold
On the road where I belong
He told me stories long ago
Of everything he ruled
Of everything that killed him in my sleep
A lesson learned from past concerns of men inside TVs
Their very life was all they had to pay
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
All is well when on the trail
Listen again
Listen again
All is well when on the trail
Listen again
Listen again
On the road where I belong
The city streets are made of gold
On the road where I belong
On the road where I where I belong
The city streets are made of gold
On the road where I belong
On the road where I belong
On the road where I belong
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3. |
Hear Me
04:45
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