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[ar:Gregory Alan Isakov] |
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[al:This Empty Northern Hemisphere] |
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[ti：Big Black Car - Original] |
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you were a phonograph, i was a kid |
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i sat with an ear close, just listening |
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i was there when the rain tapped her way down you face |
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you were a miracle…i was just holdin’ your space |
| [00:34] |
well time has a way of throwing it all in your face |
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the past, she is haunted, the future is laced |
| [00:44] |
heartbreak, ya know, drives a big black car |
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swear i was in the back seat, just minding my own |
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and through the glass, the corn crows come like rain |
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they won’t stay, they won’t stay |
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for too long now |
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this could be all that we know.. |
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of love and all. |
| [01:24] |
well you were a dancer, i was a rag |
| [01:29] |
the song in my head, well was all that i had |
| [01:34] |
hope was a letter i never could send |
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love was a country we couldn’t defend. |
| [01:51] |
and through the carnival we watch them go round and round |
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all we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns |
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well you were a magazine, i was a plane jane |
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just walking the sidewalks all covered in rain |
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love to just get into one of your stories |
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just me and all of my plane jane glory |
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just me and all of my plane jane glory |
