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SAWTOOTH REQUIEM Sawtooth Mountain. Working minimum wage Clearing slash for a trail for the lift to the edge Snow starts to falling the wind blowing sharp Freezing my breath and breakin' heart Some men's got to hunt. Some men's gotta ski…
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LOVE C Em 1. Love won't bring back a coat that's lent F stepping up G#` Love won't straighten out a spoke that's bent…
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Sometimes we decide to do things just to find that it takes more than making a decision to actually do things. WASTED TEARS There'll be no wasted tears running down my cheek There'll be no wasted cries in my troubled sleep No wasted hours…
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Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world. REAL MEN Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men No one seems to…
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MOTHER'S EYES I used to chide my mother She saw the loss in every face The cemetery. The old folks home along the way I used to laugh at Mother She saw the pain in every eye Now time has passed and Mom is gone and here am I And…
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FOOTPRINTS by James Michael Taylor 051013 key C C C. F D#dim My heart knows how much I miss you G C So, it brings you back in my dreams We were together last night…
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In A capo @ 2 G Bm Am Em People have told me, “Time will heal.” Em D C G How does that work when Time stands still? Bm Am…
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I CAN'T TELL I can't tell if it's morning or evening I can't tell night from day I can't tell if I'm arriving or leaving Doesn't mean a thing to me Since you went away I can't tell if it's sunny or raining I can't tell if it's…
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HOW I've got a friend. He is in trouble But he just stands there in the rubble It seems each day his sorrows double He needs to know. He needs to know How do you keep your hand from shaking How do you keep your fear from waking How…
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It's about Fog... The fog that crept into the window at the Fort Ord stockade back in 1965, when I would skip breakfast and sit by the barred window in the barber chair and smell the ocean air.
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