| Billow-beast clouds. |
| Vibrant, bright like Spring.
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| This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of good and bad
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| Kooked by caffeine, Sky Wind Machine
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| And the car absorbs it all — shake, shift, rattle at me
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| (We're both suckers for scenery)
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| Should weather not match the mood?
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| Conjure old anti-trust flaws:
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| Run from blue eyes, shun blue skies the same.
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| Simplicity, where’s the needle today?
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| All stacks of hay…
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| ~ Jan. 9 / 63 degrees ~
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| Nonlinear thoughts on this linear road
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| Bluster me. |
| Entangle — spider web spun
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| ('Make hay while the sun shines…')
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| We’re not victims here;
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| we choose our way, hunt the game
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| Chase to balance empty palettes
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| But there are emotions… and relatives and…
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| I’m relatively poor with social ills.
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| (Voluntary solitude doesn’t pay the bills!)
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| Finding balance, you’ll find, is that poignant, pointy cliché
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| Stacked of the scale, kick the bale in vain.
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| Simplicity, where’s the needle today?
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| In… all stacks of hay. |
| Hey!
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| Pop up unannounced, take aim!
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| 'One Day' is today, and I’m on your tail…
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| Fox and Field, crimson-gold (rich yield)
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| Elusive… catch rest for the day.
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| I don’t want replicated History
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| Fired in a kiln of silence and insecurity
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| But you find sometimes that you’ve worked so hard
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| your perspective has been chipped away
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| And it’s hard to speak the mind, when emotions don’t take sides
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| Find the balance: Show don’t tell (are you still afraid of the pen?)
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| We are the history of a coin! |
| We are an out-of-control grin! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jan. 9, 63 Degrees, artist - Carbon Leaf. Album song Ether-Electrified Porch Music, in the genre Альтернатива