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Silver Jews |
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Lookout Mountain |
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Lookout Sea |
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My Pillow |
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Is The Threshold |
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I take decaf coffee |
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Two sugars and one cream |
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I don't see the use in staying up |
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Just to watch tv |
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I unplug all the neon |
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Turn the ringer off the phone |
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Throw my thoughts like tomahawks |
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Into this world which |
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I disownBecause the pillow that i dream on |
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Is the threshold of a kingdom |
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Is the threshold of a world |
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Where I'm with you |
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Its a dark and snowy secret |
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And it has to do with heaven |
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And what looks like sleep |
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Is really hot pursuit |
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I hold your picture in my mind |
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It makes me warm when |
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I'm coldIt gets me up, it makes me walk |
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It makes me question what |
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I'm toldSomewhere in a foggy atlas |
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Lookout mountain, lookout sea |
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First life takes time, then time takes life |
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Now the next move's up to me |
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Because the pillow that |
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I dream on |
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Leads to some fantastic glory |
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It's a threshold of a world |
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I can't ignore |
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Like time on school from heaven(?) |
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Did you find me sleeping in your doorway |
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Now I'm here for good |
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I won't leave you anymore |
