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Floyd Hill
03:50
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Oh, when you're living at home
You never grow up, but you still gettin' older
I see, a nice place to be
But you can't get up, and you can't get free
Either you're home, and it's holding you back
Or you're gone, and you're not goin' back
Send me home
Take me home to...
Floyd Hill got me tumblin' down
Stuck me right in a gold mine
Floyd Hill gave me tears I'm so high
In the Rocky Mountain sunshine
Oh, when you travel and roam
You walk into my dreams wearing nothing but sneakers
My dreams, a nice place to be
But you can't get up, and you can't get free
Either you're home, and it's holding you back
Or you're gone, and you keep coming back
Send me home
Send me home to...
Floyd Hill got me tumblin' down
Stuck me right in a gold mine
Floyd Hill gave me tears I'm so high
In the Rocky Mountain sunshine
Sometimes when you livin' you're holding
If you bottle it up, then it won't let you go
It might be a nice place to be
But you can't get up, and you can't get free
Either you're home, and it's all on your back
Or you're gone, and you never adapt
Send me home
Send me home
Floyd Hill got me tumblin' down
Stuck me right in a gold mine
Floyd Hill gave me tears I'm so high
In the Rocky Mountain sunshine
Yeah Floyd Hill
Ah honey, Floyd Hill
Got me tears I'm so high
Yeah Floyd Hill sent me tumblin' down
Stuck me right in the eye
Sent me right in the sky
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Better
02:44
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Maybe I'm better than them than I used to be
They may be better than me, but who's asking?
Maybe I'm better than them when you add it all up
But who knows how much it even adds to?
I don't suppose I'll ever know
We're all God's faces I never knew
Maybe I'm better at this than I used to be
I had two drinks and now I can see the future
Maybe I'm better at this than I think so
You tell me there's nothing I got to fear from
I don't suppose I'll ever know
And we're all God's faces I never knew
Maybe I'm better at us than I used to be
I feared so long and so hard that I could not
Maybe I'm better at us than you think so
I know you can't trust a man but I feel so strong
I don't suppose I'll ever know
And we're all God's faces I...
I never know
I never know
I may be no better no worse than I could be
Maybe that's better than anything less
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Shulman Smith Los Angeles, California
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