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Real Life
03:31
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Far away
In the countryside
Highway billboards turning back the time
Oh but there’s so much beauty there
Before your eyes
You can see mountains crouching
Above the lakes
And trailers under moonlit starry skies
I was reaching out
Crashing through the screen
You slip into the past
To live out all your dreams
Or so it seems
Far away
In the countryside
Men and women lay awake at night
Oh and there’s so much beauty there
In lovers' eyes
You can see tenderness
As they dim the lights
With nothing left for the world outside
When your head is clear
And the moment feels right
You could take in my advice
And try to get a handle on fake
And real life
Or is it too late now?
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Pale Moonlight
04:17
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No matter what the cost
Without a thing to gain
All you do is smile
Down in the Southern Plains
Where all the empty words
Don’t mean a god-damned thing
When you’re swept away
It’s the branch you’ll cling to
I want to see you for real
Enter the pale moonlight
And tell me how does it feel
To calmly twist the knife?
Now I’m seeing you
In the pale moonlight
Now I’m seeing you
In the pale moonlight
Sometimes I watch the cars
Racing on TV
Going round and round
It’s a fantasy
Out in the parking lots
Beyond the victory lane
What do you really believe
More than anything?
I want to see you for real
Enter the pale moonlight
And tell me how does it feel
To calmly twist the knife?
Now I’m seeing you
In the pale moonlight
Now I’m seeing you
In the pale moonlight
Now I’m seeing you
In the pale moonlight
Now I’m seeing you
In the pale moonlight
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Donny Don't Vancouver, British Columbia
Contemplative and catchy new wave, jangle pop, and soft psychedelic music.
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