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Dreams
03:40
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The last time that I saw you, we caught a streetcar off the tracks
Took it to the end of the line, then took it right back
Right back
Right back
I picked the first fruit of the season
From your cherry blossom cheeks
And your eyes are like a river
Falling over me
Over me
Over me
And if I had a dime for every time I fake a conversation
I’d have enough to buy a payphone call to the moon
To the moon
To the moon
But I’d call you
This old house has seen all it can see
Pacing the floorboards, I couldve sworn it was you and your little bare feet
In the February fall, the mountains were too tall for me
I couldve sworn you climbed them in my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
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Springfield
03:51
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Waiting on a train
Waiting in the early morning rain
I've got your picture in my guitar case
You said to meet you on the tracks
But I knew that only one of us was gonna come back
So I'm sitting here counting my odds that are stacked
If time were pennies you’d have robbed me blind
And you want the same old story but I’m telling mine
Springfield…honey I'm gonna make you pay
You had a gun in your pocket but loaded things never stay
So I pushed you in front of that train
Springfield...honey I'm gonna make you pay
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Dead Roses
04:41
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Texas bluebell saving seeds
Wondering if she should save the weeds
November knowing all she needs
Turns to face a northern breeze
Dead roses in Momma's garden
She's gone to lay them in the ground
Come Sunday
I'll be leaving
Tell God I won’t be back around
In the clay and in the rusty water
Her mother’s only daughter
Never had a night so slow to pass
It takes a while for smoke to clear to ash
Dead roses in Momma's garden
She's gone to lay them in the ground
Come Sunday
I'll be leaving
Tell God I won’t be back around
Looking back before she shut the door
There weren’t rose petals, only dust on the kitchen floor
And on the counter a yellowed page
“Darling, don’t forget to close the garden gate”
Dead roses in Momma's garden
She's gone to lay them in the ground
Come Sunday
I'll be leaving
Tell God I wont be back around
Tell God I won't be back around
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Liv & Let Liv Boston, Massachusetts
Americana duo made up of two girls named Olivia.
Olivia Ann Greene // guitar, banjo, vocals.
Olivia Brook Baxter // fiddle, banjo, vocals.
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