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Strike a match on the cabin door, I'm heading back home
One more fire before I go over hills, down dusty roads
I won't be coming back, got a band in the city
These northern girls are way too tired
And I need something to lift me
The highway is roaring strong, and I can hear it from the hill
Going to make that highway mine, oh brother you know I will
Cathedral bells are ringing, and the point still seems the same
My dreams been coming around, down the mountain as a train
Don't know where I'm going, but I can tell you where I'm from
Doesn't matter what I look at, it's what I see when I am sunned
Cathedral bells are ringing, and the point still seems the same
My dreams been coming around, down the mountain as a train
Down the mountain as a train
Down the mountain as a train
My dreams been coming around, down the mountain as a train
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Most beautiful dream, that I've ever known
Comes from the end of the road
Meets me in the morning with her lips so young
Comes in the night with her eyes like home
Whispering those words meant only for me
She can say nothing, I know exactly what she means
She tells me that she knows, and knowing feels so good
How lucky we are to feel so good
Her love conquers my soul
I cherish each day, each moment that I hold her
She disappears downtown, through the cars and the crowds
She reappears in the evening
I find her on the back porch, or reading in the bedroom
No one welcomes me like she does
Her arms are made of fire and fire's all I need
When I'm asleep I see her dancing
Thunder to my storm, winds to my warmth
She's the princess of my shore
Her love conquers my soul
I cherish each dance, each moment that I hold her
I think about the dark and the dark fuels my wonder
I wonder what the light will show
I tell her that I know and knowing feels so good
How lucky I am to feel so good
Her love conquers my soul
I cherish each kiss, each moment that I hold her
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Those Old Red Moons
03:01
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The record is broken
And the bridge is too
Those maps are burnt
Those strings were out of tune
Remember those meanings
Remember those lines
When the old kick drum was doing just fine
Oh the band was big
And the water wine
The smoke got in your eyes
and you cried blind
Well, the blue ink was poison
And the clouds were too
When it got dark
You got high Marylou
Remember those red moons
Remember that noise
Of those basement bedroom bonfire boys
With their big eyes
And their sharp knives
With their love songs of June
For you
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Mountains of Music
02:44
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Mountains of music downtown in his soul
Too bad his time's spent digging for coal
Sydney Harbour in the morn so cold
Brings the coin home to the hands he holds
Mountains of music downtown in his dreams
His lungs are black as his blue jeans
Doesn't know he can go, doesn't know he can leave
He's been working in the mine since he was thirteen
Mountains of music downtown in his head
He'll be working in the mine till he falls dead
With mountains of music downtown in his soul
Too bad his time's spent digging for coal
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