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Gasoline
04:13
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Catch 22
03:32
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Yellow
03:41
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Ominous cloud bear down like an avalanche
Black trees sing of the fire
Dust devil rolls across the plain land
In a dance that you will never dream
In a dance that you can never dream
There's a thousand acres of yellow
Patch of green where the plough couldn't reach
A white cross by the roadside
And a rose where a dead man has been
A rose for a dead mans memory
I call to old mother mountain
Her silence screams back at me
I might just hear her whisper
If I could stay here for one thousand years
Wear her down with all of my tears
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Wet Cement
04:39
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Well the day was cold and wet
As we stepped up to that fateful edge
A gust of wind blew up your soft pink dress
and to forever our love we pledge
(CHORUS)
Into the dawn sky we stepped
Gravity drew us to her unyielding breast
Our loving words away the wind swept
As we leapt to the wet cement
For our love was as damned as it was sweet
Our lives entwined could never be
Love forbidden is the sweetest thing
So entwined in deaths embrace we will be
(CHORUS)
We met on the roof in the witching hour
you gave to me your once given flower
We laid entwined till the stars the sun devoured
In forbidden love we spent our final hours
(CHORUS)
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Red Blossom
04:19
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Red Blossom Blooms in the searing white heat
Mirroring the death of the sun
The tears of the lucky drown the embers beneath
and the tolls for those who have lost
Then a man cries out in a hoarse voice to his wife nearby
We will not beat back that red blossom tonight
this home is not worth our lives
this home is not worth our lives
Red Blossom scours the bushland
Tearing the air from its lungs
Those that can beat the red blossoms hot breath
They run for a smokeless sky
Then a man cries out in a hoarse voice to those fighting nearby
We will not beat back that red blossom tonight
This town is not worth our lives
This town is not worth our lives
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Diamonds
04:38
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There's diamonds up above
Mud stained tarmac down below
and my feet walk to the beat
of a song I don't know
and the wind whispers free
felt but never seen
and this wanderer keeps rambling on
for tonight I lay my head
in a strangers bed
for I have no home
for I have no home
Neon street lights flicker above
oil stained tarmac down below
and my feet dance to the beat
of a song I don't know
the music calls to me
heard but never seen
and this rhythm keeps driving me on
for tonight I lay my head
in a strangers bed
for I have no home
for I have no home
Summer storm clouds roll above
steaming tarmac down below
and my feet run to the beat
of a song I don't know
the horizon beckons me
seen but never reached
and this rock just keeps rolling on
For tonight I lay my head
in a strangers bed
for I have no home
For I have no home
There's diamonds up above
mud stained tarmac down below
and my feet walk to the beat
of a song I don't know
and my feet dance to the beat
of a song I don't know
and my feet run to the beat
of a song I don't know
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