1. |
Easy Daze
02:42
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Easy daze in a smoky haze,
everything's not so bad.
Got the wind blowin' through my hair,
times are good I don't know sad.
Now my body's feelin' numb.
Feel so deeply warm inside.
Rollin' through the streets at night,
having fun on an easy ride.
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2. |
Come Back to Me
02:26
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Bright red lipstick and the cool dark shades,
when you look into her eyes it's like the one ace of spades.
Said the time is comin' for me to declare,
and the mood between us is as cool as fall air.
I said,
"Oh baby, you know that I loved you, then craved you so bad, and when , when I cried for you."
But now you're gone, yeah now you're gone and it ain't comin' back no baby.
Baby, baby, come back to me, come back to me.
Baby. Baby, come back to me, come back to me.
The sleek silver car and the big leather purse,
when you look into her eyes it's like a dark black hearse.
The time is comin' for me to declare,
and the mood between us is a carnival fair.
I said,
"Oh baby you know I loved you with my whole heart."
And now it's gone, cause you threw it away, yeah you threw it away,
and it ain't comin' back, comin' back, no baby.
Baby, baby, come back to me, come back to me.
Baby, baby, come back to me, come back to me.
Baby comin' back.
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3. |
Interlude
01:12
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4. |
High Road
04:13
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Ride the road,
even if you don't know,
which way is good,
or where to go.
Times are solid,
this you know.
So stoked,
for all the times that come ahead.
Provoked,
for all the crazy things I've said.
Don't know,
when the waves will come again.
Just flow,
ride the tide until the end.
Just ride the high road.
Ride the road,
even if you don't know,
which way is good,
or where to go.
Times are solid,
this you know.
It's here,
passes by like a winter wind.
So near,
in the air like a summer din.
This year,
shape the mind like never before.
Just hear,
the simple life of the eastern shore.
Just ride the high road.
So stoked,
for all the times that come ahead.
Provoked,
for all the crazy things I've said.
Don't know,
when the waves will come again.
Just flow,
ride the tide until the end.
Just ride the high road.
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5. |
Throwback
03:22
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Sunny days washin' over me,
cloudy skies are gone.
Teach me the ways dear friend and,
show me some fun.
Show me some fun.
I said, reach down from your hiding place dear friend,
and show me some fun.
Sittin' on the grassy plain,
with my guitar in my lap.
Writing songs that I'll play with the boys,
and just nothing can compare.
I said, nothing compare.
I said, show me the way, show me the way,
and teach me to have some fun, some fun, some fun
Reach down from your hiding place good friend and,
show me some fun.
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