1. |
The Way I DO
03:54
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You've got a bar stool and a flavor of the week
I've got redemption and the tenderness you seek
I know you've been hurt
Darling I'm so charming, it scares you half to death
Just listen to the rhythm here, beating in my chest
I can lift your curse
Still you'd rather spend the night with Jimmy and Jack
Think they're your friends, but the don't got your back
That bottle of whiskey you're running to
It can't love you the way I do
Sugar coated poison, dying slowly every kiss
Your Maker rings, the Devil sings, you can't resist
Craving lips of scarlet red
Patience and perfume faded staring at the clock
Pour your bourbon neat, while your love is on the rocks
You drink, I'll think of me instead
Cause you'd rather spend the night with Jimmy and Jack
Think they're your friends, but the don't got your back
That bottle of whiskey you're running to
It can't love you the way I do
Hungover affections reach
Hungover affections reach for me
Hungover affections reach
You've got a bar stool and a flavor of the week
I've got redemption and the tenderness you seek
I, oh baby, I'v been hurt
Cause you'd rather spend the night with Jimmy and Jack
Think they're your friends, but the don't got your back
That bottle of whiskey you're running to
It can't love you the way I do
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2. |
Foolish Me
04:03
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You rushed toward me
With the force of a new tide
We were riding that sweet wave
Cresting so high
Love's content just paying rent
Working nine to five
Won't find me inside that bubble
Don't tell me pretty lies
You recall
The night we met my dear?
Told you I'd be leaving town,
Nothing for me here
I can pack a bag for two,
You seem so afraid
Won't find me in stagnant waters Honey
Starting to decay
Lover forgive me
I'm a siren, not your queen
Foolish me for falling for foolish you
and putting up with the foolish things we do
Moon is high, by her light,
We confess our sins
I give you youth, I give you truth
You give me ultimatums
Think that I should settle down
Honey I disagree
When a pond has what your looking for
I belong at sea
Lover forgive me
I'm a siren, not your queen
Foolish me for falling for foolish you
and putting up with the foolish, the foolish things we do
We didn't push, we didn't shove
But we both cried
You pack up our home
You held me one last time
We both know the truth
Better off this way
That's why neither you nor I
Begged the other one to stay
Foolish me for falling for foolish you
and putting up with the foolish, the foolish things we do
Oh, foolish me for falling for foolish you
and putting up with the foolish, the foolish things we do
Oh oh the foolish, oh oh oh-oh foolish
Oh oh the foolish, oh oh oh-oh foolish
Oh oh the foolish, oh oh oh-oh
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3. |
Close Your Eyes
04:21
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Weary mind
Rest your head
I’ll kiss your tears
Lay by my side
In dreams, we’ll chase
Conquer our fears
This world is cruel
Cold, so dark, so bleak, but my
My love is true
Close your eyes so you can see
We can plan our escape
Turn our backs on commodity
Take my hand, babe be brave
Promise to keep you safe
Take the broken, give em wings
Forgotten folk, refugees
Home is small, but my heart is big
Tear down these walls, and we all can fit
Weary mind
Rest your head
I’ll kiss your tears
Lay by my side
In dreams, we’ll chase
Conquer our fears
This world is cruel
Cold, so dark, so bleak, but my
My love is true
Close your eyes so you can see
Close your eyes so you can see
Not so different you and me
Megaphones will storm the castle
Find your voice despite how fragile it seems
Fed us lies like a home cooked meal
Sold our dreams in hopes we’d steal
Can’t own the trees, own the stars
Peace we seek, it ain’t too far away, far away
Follow me
Wreckage, debris
Follows you
Only way through
Towns of dust
Where home once stood
Is just to trust
My love is good
Love is good
Love is good
Weary mind
Rest your head
I’ll kiss your tears
Lay by my side
In dreams, we’ll chase
Conquer our fears
This world is cruel
Cold, so dark, so bleak, but my,
My love is true
Close your eyes so you can see
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Free Range Buddhas Santa Fe, New Mexico
Santa Fe's psychedelic folk-rock ensemble, Free Range Buddhas, has been casting spells with their distinctive fusion of vintage psychedelic nostalgia and modern folk-rock flair. They aim to create an unforgettable, collective experience immersed in a thick, gooey, sticky, cosmic soup of what they see, can only be the inevitable destination for them as well as their listeners! ... more
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