Orphans's listening history
Happily Ever After
(Boudreau)
I’ve been counting on the sun to come and melt my blues away
I’ve been dying for your smile all day
I’m trying to find the reason I’ve been moving so slow
I guess I’m just tired of blaming the snow
So I…
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Home Again
(boudreau)
I was brought up just north of New York City
Where the Merrit greets the Hutch
In a noisy house on a quiet street
Where the neighbors know too much
There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things
and…
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Home Again
(boudreau)
I was brought up just north of New York City
Where the Merrit greets the Hutch
In a noisy house on a quiet street
Where the neighbors know too much
There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things
and…
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Home Again
(boudreau)
I was brought up just north of New York City
Where the Merrit greets the Hutch
In a noisy house on a quiet street
Where the neighbors know too much
There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things
and…
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The Mornings Aint Warm
(Boudreau)
planted deep in the back of my head
are the seeds of things my daddy once said
and up sprouted this stubborn old tree
with fading roots and lofted dreams
there's still a couple of two by fours
suppose…
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The Mornings Aint Warm
(Boudreau)
planted deep in the back of my head
are the seeds of things my daddy once said
and up sprouted this stubborn old tree
with fading roots and lofted dreams
there's still a couple of two by fours
suppose…
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The Mornings Aint Warm
(Boudreau)
planted deep in the back of my head
are the seeds of things my daddy once said
and up sprouted this stubborn old tree
with fading roots and lofted dreams
there's still a couple of two by fours
suppose…
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Back To What We Know
(Boudreau)
Packed in some old suitcase in the back of a closet shelf
Holds the stories that all but tell themselves
And maybe long forgotten or on the tip of a razors tongue
They demand a ransom for our young
It…
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Back To What We Know
(Boudreau)
Packed in some old suitcase in the back of a closet shelf
Holds the stories that all but tell themselves
And maybe long forgotten or on the tip of a razors tongue
They demand a ransom for our young
It…
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