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World's Fastest Woman
03:29
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You might be the world’s fastest woman
Outrunning every single lie you’ve told
I’ve never been that fleet of foot
From where I sit it don’t look good
For a prize that ain't worth shit
You take the gold
But you'll never find a finish line
That moves back every single time
The truth is catching up behind on you
Whether you win or lose
It seems you’ve made a lifetime out of running
However fast you never seem to fall
Til something deep inside yourself goes sideways and you’re someone else
Talking to the mirror on the wall
Oh tell me mirror mirror on the wall
Will I ever find the finish line
When it moves back every single time
The truth is catching up behind on you
Whether you win or lose
No matter how you try you can’t slow down
Honey tell me how’s that working out?
It's not the way you mean it
It's just the way I see it
You might be the world's fastest woman
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2. |
Barely Born
02:42
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Even if I had a home I wouldn't go to it
I'd hire a highway paver to put a road through it
My veins run with a bastard's blood
A last ditch love from an idiot heart
Too much is rarely enough
When you're barely born
How do you ever grow up?
If you're barely born
How do you ever grow up?
We can sit and take apart who, when and what
Old Pharaoh wasn't far off
When he called for the heads of the oldest sons
Dared to forget the invisible ones he'd left
My veins run with a bastard's blood
A last ditch love from an idiot heart
Too much is rarely enough
If you're barely born
How could you ever grow up?
When you're barely born
Why would you ever grow up?
A creature of the lash at the end of a leather leash
A symptom of some past undiagnosed disease
My veins run with a bastard's blood
A last ditch love from an idiot heart
Too much is better than enough
When you're barely born
How do you ever grow up?
If you're barely born
Why would you wanna grow up?
When you're barely born
How could you ever grow up?
If you're barely born
Why would you wanna grow up?
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3. |
The Blame
03:37
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All the boxes are taped shut and ready
Full of memories, some best left alone
Yours marked 'California'
Mine 'Parts Still Unknown'
You'll get the couch and pictures
I'll take that old TV set
There's one thing we just can't decide on
There is no box big enough for it
Who takes the blame?
It can't even fit through our front door frame
It won't bend or break
We both say we're sorry
But it still remains
With everything else packed up
Who takes the blame?
One last walk through a house that's almost empty
Sends a chill, takes my breath away
The floorboards sink with the weight of what stays
Who takes the blame?
It can't even fit through our front door frame
It won't bend or break
We both say we're sorry
But it still remains
With everything else packed up
Who takes the blame?
Now the walls aren't talking, neither am I
The family moving in can have what we left behind
Who takes the blame?
It can't even fit through our front door frame
It won't bend or break
We both say we're sorry
But it still remains
With everything else packed up
Who takes the blame?
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4. |
Getaway Cars
03:56
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Old Harlan had the hits
We were drinking quite a bit
But none too much to tell from day to day
Dolly had no diamond rings
Ole Bob Wills was still the King
Willie was out wandering, where to escape?
And we were harder on ourselves
Than this town ever was
The road is where we wayfarers survive
Now the highway's out to get me
Every lane is deadly
Collecting the getaway cars
Something was amiss
We were drinking I admit
Driving anywhere we'd dare the white lines stretch
Til way past Tucumcari
We broke down headed West
And over cigarettes
Harlan looked around and said
'We're harder on ourselves
Than Nashville ever was
The road is where we wayfarers survive
Now the highway's out to get me
Every lane is deadly
Collecting the getaway cars'
I never had a kid
Never envied those who did
Music still gets the best I have to give
And the longer that I live
The easier it gets
To pack up my regrets
And head out from this ditch
I've been harder on myself
Than this town ever was
The road is where we wayfarers survive
Now the highway's out to get me
Every lane is deadly
Collecting the getaway cars
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5. |
Certified Crazy
04:45
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They'll throw me in the loony bin
If they catch me doing what I've been doing again
And I will, Lord knows I will
You can lock me up and throw away the key but I'll love you still
Maybe I'll be certified crazy
Bona fide lonesome, sad and blue
Maybe I'll be certified crazy
Before I get over you
White padded walls and white dressed wardens
Once a week they take you out to the promised rose garden
There's puréed steak every day for dinner
At the bingo game every Saturday everyone's a winner
Maybe I'll be certified crazy
Bona fide lonesome, sad and blue
Maybe I'll be certified crazy
Before I get over you
A Looney Tuner, gone cuckoo
I'm certified crazy or six feet under
Before I'm over you
Maybe I'll be certified crazy
Bona fide lonesome, sad and blue
Maybe I'll be certified crazy
Before I get over you
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