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Nomad Tribes
04:16
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Left behind the Hills, passing by towns
Another day on four wheels, nothing all around
Where there ain’t no angels, so far away from home
Where your mother’s blessing can’t shelter you from the storm
Just living like Nomad Tribes…
Missing all those nights in Maria’s car
In a backseat paradise showing her all my cards
Broken promises in the desert wind, dirty jeans and old scars
Won’t you give me lord just one more day to come back
Just living like Nomad Tribes…
Wandering aimlessly into the lost and found
Driving through the night, coming back south
Keep my life in a bag, let my sleep in your ground
I’m a spirit crossing all dead-man’s towns
Just living like Nomad Tribes…
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This is not my summer
03:13
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This is not my summer
It wasn’t in my plans
She said to me “I want you boy
But the wind drags the sand”
Golden days and burning sun
Me and you against the falling Stars
So tell me who’ll dance with the waves tonight
I’m gonna go back to the Boardwalk
This is not my Summer, it’s just a bad joke
This is not my Summer since I let you go
I won´t drive
Down this empty road late at night
I remember when I used to take you home
The faint shine beneath your front door…
Asked myself if I would see you again
When you left this town down the Lovers Lane
Every heart has a price that you have to pay
Nothing is free around here…
This is not my Summer, it’s just a bad joke
This is not my Summer since I let you go
So tell me who’ll sing the Blues for you…
There´re only sad songs on the radio…
This is not my Summer, it’s just a bad joke
This is not my Summer since I let you go
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Song to Elizabeth
04:34
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I’ve been lost all this time without you
And the true thing is maybe
I’m getting cold Once I tried to learn to love
Without hurting at the same time
All my sins chase me down this road
But I swear babe,
I’ve never been the same boy
Since you healed my broken bones
All things I loved get lost
Pretty little Heartbreaker
All the boys in town scream your name
They fight under your window
Begging for a smile that gives them a chance
And you can look into my soulfire
I’m here with all my wounds
I’m so tired to be an outlaw
I can’t find the way back home
But I swear babe,
I’ve never been the same boy
Since you healed my broken bones
All things I loved get lost
So hold me tight… stick around
We can fly while we´re still young
Before the night comes falling
All my worries will be gone…
But I swear babe,
I’ve never been the same boy
Since you healed my broken bones
All things I loved get lost
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Devil's Den
03:41
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I think it’s here where I died
In the Twilight Cavalry Hill
I think it’s here where there ain’t no rest
For the one who crossed the Border
When the morning thunder comes
Awakening all Southern Spirits
When all the lost souls are dust and wind
In a wild burning night in October
And I said “Yeah, This could be the end”
And I said “Yeah, meet me in the Devil’s Den”
There must be a bender in the neighborhood
All folks are starting to dance
Strange happiness before the flood
There’s no more miracles
And everybody is shaking with the Cain’s Groove
All the Broken Heroes are burning
Turn off the lights and run away from this goddamn town
The gates of hell freeze over.
And I said “Yeah, This could be the end”
And I said “Yeah, meet me in the Devil’s Den”
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On the street where you used to live
I thought I saw an angel
Walking around the Parking
Meters Just ‘fore the crimson dawn
On the street where you used to live
The same where I spent my youth
The street lights seem like old giants
Watching all I do
Here I keep singing songs about you
It´s just I think I miss the good old times
Your Mailbox is full of letters
With old poems written in the dark
With old poems written in the dark
On the street where you used to live
The birds ain’t sing no longer
All my old memories
Flow like a feather in wind
The street where you used to live
Still has something romantic
The broken glass on the warm asphalt
Shines with a beautiful light
Here I keep singing songs about you
It´s just I think I miss the good old times
Your Mailbox is full of letters
With old poems written in the dark
With old poems written in the dark
The Street where you used to live
Is a shelter for the brokenhearted
All the nomads like me
Find here a home…
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