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What you get is what you see
With a small town home grown boy like me
My father s father s blood runs deep as his dreams that I still hold dear

And hard days work- yeah, it gives me pride
And my words are the fuel for the fire inside
Of the heart that she outgrew like this town here

Well, if you see my girl in Austin,
Tell her I miss what we lost when
she walked out the door to return no more
to the life that she belongs
and if she s there in Amarillo
Bout that note beneath my pillow?
Why d I have to read what I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong
when she was goin , goin , gone?

A heartland girl with uptown eyes
My old fashioned views missed her disguise
I d have never guessed she d have pawned our love for a pair of walking shoes
Well, I hope those big plans all work out
And she makes her name- but I have no doubt
She ll one day see what it s all about
Is this life she swore to lose

Well, if you see my girl in Austin,
Tell her I miss what we lost when
she walked out the door to return no more
to the life that she belongs
and if she s there in Amarillo
Bout that note beneath my pillow?
Why d I have to read what I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong
when she was goin , goin , gone?

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As the dawn emerges I cry in grief
Sorrows flow,
the sadness of another day tortures my heart
Life fades. Echoes, voices calling
Within my mind. Shadows. I cry
My senses deteriorated
I break down devoid of hope
All faith is lost. Why live?
I beg for mercy, I plead,...

Your first hello, the darkness is broken
You re scared, I know, the wheels are in motion
It s opening night for the show of your lifetime, my friend
The days roll by, you live for tomorrow
Against the tide, in an ocean of sorrow

Vertigo

Pain myself into the corner, a thousand miles from here and now,
no reflections into hold me down, let s look around, do i belong?
space electric blue is calling, a northern star on my credit line,
running short of it or borrow time you blow my...

Getting through

I m too honest when I m scared
When I first looked in I was young and cared

These are the ways of getting through

I left my trust on the tail of youth
We were so unsure of the things we d seen...

American life

In a town in southernmost sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor
In the year that fever took father away
They hastened for american shores
Now a mother and her son are standing in line
It’s a cold day on ellis isle
And they look to the statue of liberty
For the boy we have...