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pissthirstysub -> RE: Your Favorite Songs! (Post them Lyrics!) (5/22/2008 7:22:14 PM)
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Landlocked Blues by Bright Eyes
If you walk away, I'll walk away,
Frst tell me which road you will take,
I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday,
So you walk that way, I'll walk this way
And the future hangs over our heads,
And it moves with each current event,
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain,
Just stay in when it's looking this way
And the moon's laying low in the sky,
Forcing everything metal to shine,
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case,
They argue walk this way, no, walk this way
And Lora's asleep in my bed,
As I'm leaving she wakes up and says,
I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave,
Baby don't go away, come here
And there's kids playing guns in the street,
And one's pointing his tree branch at me,
So I put my hands up, I said enough is enough,
If you walk away, I'll walk away
And he shot me dead
I found a liquid cure, for my landlocked blues,
It would pass away like a slow parade,
It's leaving, but I don't know how soon
And the world's got me dizzy again,
You'd think after twenty-two years I'd be used to the spin,
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place,
So I'm always pacing around or walking away
I keep the drinking the ink from my pen,
And I'm balancing history books up on my head,
But it all boils down to one quotable phrase,
If you love something, give it away
A good woman will pick you apart,
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart,
But you may be offended, and you may be afraid,
But don't walk away, don't walk away
We made love on the living room floor,
With the noise in the background from a televised war,
And in that deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say,
If we walk away, they walk away
But greed is a bottomless pit,
And our freedom's a joke, we're just taking a piss,
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display,
If you're still free start running away
'Cause we're coming for you
I've grown tired of holding this pose,
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home,
So I'm making a deal with the devils of fame,
Saying let me walk away, please
You'll be free child once you have died,
From the shackles of language and measurable time,
And then we can trade places, play musical grace,
'Til then walk away, walk away, walk away
So I'm up at dawn, putting on my shoes,
I just want to make a clean escape,
I'm leaving, but I don't know where to,
I know I'm leaving, but I don't know where to
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