| Lyric | Song Title |
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| An ash or an oak is the oldest of jokes when the lightning puts us back on our knees | |
| Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for, but I'll learn when I've got my gun | |
| You know life isn't always like the end of your novels | |
| The eyes we're given give us sight of one another in the light | |
| Gonna sweep this house clean out, gonna blow out all the lights | |
| There's believing and there's taking off your hat | |
| When what you see is gospel, the gospel isn't free | |
| I am the masked rider, give me some grace | |
| Love, food, and money do all the trade in this town | |
| Just a lonely radio, just a makeshift show and tell | |
| Kiss me here and kick me there and lovers might be friends | |
| Got a fistful of questions, not an answer to hand | |
| It's a stout heart that catches the rain | |
| Are you going to tomorrow, are you headed home? | |
| Please put me down where my heart meets my mouth | |
| And the sun brings me through, and the moon drives the waves | |
| I never knew shame to be so refreshing | |
| Stay in the light, Joe, stay with yourself | |
| In the last days of my life, oh I won't know whether to laugh or cry | |
| It's a shame that you were broken, I knew your other face | |
| I said 'Bring your dark eyes, honey.' She said, 'You bring yours.' | |
| We've been pruning your grave since the day you locked your door | |
| The end wasn't funny, though we'd all had fun | |
| I never knew a part of you you didn't set in ink | |
| | Lyric | Song Title |
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| I'm done with my dying | |
| Burned by day, marooned by night, lost in a battle and found in a fight | |
| All balmy was the winter air all wet with what might die | |
| Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse | |
| The bartender looks like George Best | |
| For all the time you lived you dreamt, and having always came you went | |
| Pray for the people inside your head, for they won't be there when you're dead | |
| The funeral pyres burned the last of the meek | |
| We're a village of babes and I'm over the moon | |
| I'm unusual through and through | |
| We shared the experience of being alive and then we took some tea | |
| A will to enter in is in the opening of an eye | |
| I'm in denial of one or two things, and three or four besides | |
| The twilight is keeping us close to the stars | |
| Sweep my mess away, leave my body, leave my bones | |
| There's a bright side of the moon that isn't anything of wealth | |
| There's love on the motorway, shame on the farm | |
| I'll see another star | |
| Steal a kiss from fortune's lips | |
| I remember you well from before you were born | |
| A single song, a chorus song, a symphony, sans right or wrong | |
| I should be someone else but you wouldn't know me if I was | |
| Did you learn just how I loved you? Did you see how far I'd been? | |
| Now the spheres of your loving are cast adrift to the shores of another land | |
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