Artist: Rickie Lee Jones
Album: Traffic From Paradise
Take the train, oh, you have run
As far as you can go
They've tied your fingers to rails of stars
But can you hear the whistle blow?
There is no one here to beat out your brains
There's no one who'll make you cry
If your parents kill you year by year
Well, here's the time to say goodbye
And it's oh, so bad from far away
And it's always warm inside
And there's children there
There is children there
Who will touch your face?
Who will fill your pockets?
Avoid that tangled street
And who will count the marbles there?
And who will save your penny ring?
Come and meet the angels born this day
Sleep now, the night is late
Be still until this wayward bird
Let's go off Heaven's gate
|9||Running from Mercy|
|10||A Stranger's Car|
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|1||I Wasn’t Here|
|2||J’ai Connais Pas|
|3||Valtz de Mon Pere|
|5||Finale; (A Spider In The Circus Of The Falling Star)|
|1||Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros|
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