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Mary Alice
04:32
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It feels like a real life
Motion picture in the sun
Take your places everyone
Why does it feel so right
I watch you tearing up your bed
Chasing shadows in your head
Did you ever know
Did you ever know
It feels like a real life
Dripping sunshine in your hair
Sticky orange everywhere
When darling you'll be just fine
Are the words I want to hear
She whispered softly in my ear
Did you ever know
Did you ever know
Mary Alice did you ever know
These conversations always seem
To take my breath away
Stole it like you never did before
A holy mess
A holy mess of pilgrims on the ocean floor
Like there's freedom on your shore
And it feels like a real life
When she comes it's in my dreams
Little feather in a stream
Why does it feel so nice
Burning pictures in the sun
Sure don't mean to hurt no one
Mary Alice did you ever know
These conversations always seem
to take my breath away
Stole it like you never did before
A holy mess
A holy mess of pilgrims on the ocean floor
Like there's freedom on your shore
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Prizes
04:01
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We spent all afternoon down at the driving range
Whaling golf balls at the train cars passing by
Drunk on Black Velvet in pink lemonade
Burning teenage poems for the sky
That night we dove and rose in a neighbor’s pool
And dreamt our dreams on someone else’s floor
Bottles strewn about us like a carnival
Two prizes left behind
Come comatose to find
The warmth of your breath
Just pushing against mine
Prizes left behind
(True story)
One Amtrak screeched and rumbled another hundred miles
When it came upon an old car on the tracks
Some drunk rednecks thought they’d try to kill a dinosaur
Who knows how close they came
My friend was on that train
He walked around the woods
Singing Pavement’s Crooked Rain
In the rain
In the aisles of Jesus Christ, Scientist,
A boy tried to make eyes at the cashier
Her hair was long and braided like an empty net
Her smile just a notch below sincere
We spent all afternoon down at the driving range
Whaling golf balls at the train cars passing by
Drunk on Black Velvet in pink lemonade
Burning teenage poems for the sky
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Henry Toland Athens, Georgia
Henry Toland is an indie-folk singer songwriter from Florida.
His debut album will be released later this year.
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