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4:30am
04:05
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Now that it’s 4:30 in the morning, and I can’t quite get to bed -
I’m noticing the stars tonight, are only in my head.
But I’ll shoot up just like I’m one of them, if it makes me feel all right.
I think I’d do about anything if I could just get some sleep tonight.
Save a drink for me tonight
We’ll stay by the fire; I’ll make everything alright.
Stay awake with me tonight
Your weight in gold, it seems, was much too small a price
If only I could sleep this feeling off.
Turn your blind eyes close to me, til the river runs to sea
as time spent slowing, like dead grass growing.
Don’t say anything, And forget everything.
You were there at the start of it, I’ll be alone when it ends.
Save a drink for me tonight
We’ll stay by the fire; I’ll make everything alright.
Stay awake with me tonight
Your weight in gold, it seems, was much too small a price
If only I could sleep this feeling off.
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Susannah
04:15
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Hey there, Susannah.
It’s almost 3 am, let’s watch the stars.
They’re falling like we are, like piano keys they harmonize our hearts.
Oh, But the open road’s been good to me these years.
Oh, My arms stretched wide while Jessie takes the wheel.
Hey there, Susannah.
You left your pocketbook back on my street.
Your poems and drawings, and every page there lies a hint of me.
Oh, but the open road’s been good to me these years.
Oh, my arms stretched wide while Jessie takes the wheel.
Am I stuck here in this car? Insane and craving.
But all I’ve seen so far, is all that I know.
Hey there, Susannah.
I guess it’s better you’re not here, at least, tonight.
The moon is my lover, with her I’ll sleep - a bottle by my side.
Oh, but the country air tastes better than a beer.
Oh, be much better if I’d wake to find you here
Oh, but the open road’s been good to me these years.
Oh, my arms stretched wide while Jessie takes the wheel.
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Wooden Fire Escape
03:46
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You made me a bed with your eyes
And I’m wrapped in you.
Caught up in willow trees, rivers I’m sinking into.
First names are enough for tonight, at least while I’m stuck on what might have been.
This fire escape here’s no good, it’s made of wood.
Don’t need to be steady just to last as long as it should.
Plaster of paris, a glance from across the room.
Desire, this here broken mirror we’re looking through.
I’ve memorized all of my lies, caught fire in front of your eyes.
Don’t lose hope - it’s alright, Set your worries aside, no other time to be alive.
Don’t be sad over me, you still don’t know what you’re looking for.
When these tired, walls catch fire
Then we’ll pray for rain
When these tired, walls catch fire
I’ll be far away
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