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Over and Over
04:23
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Austin in the summertime
There's nothing quite like a joyride
Drunk in the backseat, turn down a backstreet,
This is how I wanna die
We go to Gruene and survey the scene
We go dancin' with cowgirls and guys
Hill country magic makes me nostalgic
And I'm damn near about to cry
But every time that I go back
Everything feels a little strange
A lost secret from a different age
I wish I could go back and feel it all
Over and over again
Walking down 21st street
While Jeremiah looks at me
This city's haunted, though you wouldn't know it
If it stared you down right in the teeth
California refugees
Come forming crowds with hair lime-green
I'm shedding tears, can't even finish their beers
And in between them not a pair of blue jeans
A lost secret from a different age
I wish I could go back and feel it all
Over and over and over and over again
Zilker Park 2003 is one of my first memories
Up until most recently, wasted at some rooftop party
Peter Pan Mini Golf sits right on top of a McDonald's
How many years before they tear it down
to put up a brand new fucking condo?
Every time that I go back
Nothing feels quite the same
A lost secret from a different age
I wish I could go back and feel it all
Over and over and over and over and over and over again
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National Parking Lot
03:20
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Oh, would you look at 'em go
Build another national parking lot
Pavin' over the hills and trees
With miles and miles of asphalt
There's never enough money
To fix the potholes in my city
But when it's time to lay new streets
That money comes a little too quickly
Oh, would you look at 'em go?
Turnin' all the rivers to stone
Oh, would you look at 'em go?
Fillin' up the valley with bones
Where the bulls lay to doze, bulldozers rose
And they went and built the city of Fargo
Then some years down the road,
They gave artists molds to build statues of 40 buffalo
Oh, would you look at 'em go?
Turnin' all the rivers to stone
Oh, would you look at 'em go?
Fillin' up the valley with bones
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Light Pollution
02:14
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Well, we just got done dancin'
Now we're headed from Ft. Worth back to town
It's a half-hour away if you take the highway,
If you push the pedal all the way down
While you fall asleep right next to me, in the passenger seat
I crack the sunroof for a view
Tonight there's no clouds, and the full moon's around
but there's not one star to be found
Dallas is big, and Dallas is bright,
but something just doesn't feel right
'cause Dallas is big, and Dallas is bright
but if the stars at night aren't so...
Is this still the heart of Texas I know?
I don't know
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Madison gets up
She gets into her car
And while she's waking up
She's halfway to the store
She brushes back her hair
Trying not to stare
At the cross at First and Blair
For the kid who's car crashed there
On her way back home
She pulls over to the side of the road
The ambulances go
She wonders who it's for
In traffic now she waits
She sees what made her late
She sees his twisted face
She gets home and she faints
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Could someone please turn on the lights?
'cause it's dark in here
and it has been for a while
Once a wonder for all time
Now no one hears
How my rafters creak and cry
As time keeps passing by
My fate is clear
I will rot instead of die
Could someone please turn out the lights?
'cause I'm no longer here
and I haven't been for a while
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The Alex French Revolution Houston, Texas
Guitarist and songwriter based in Denton, TX
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