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Oh, Hiding Out
03:48
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Well I'm staying with a friend down on 20,
where the yelling ain't that hard,
and the yelling ain't that hard.
And the boys they're gonna shout with the living,
and stay just where they are,
stay just where they are.
I got a year to miss with every town I'm in,
and a girl just to break my heart.
And on the weekends we can drive into the city,
where the leavings left and far,
the leavings left and far.
Well St. Louis isn't gone, no it's hidden,
and waiting in my voice,
waiting in my voice.
And the boys, they hear my block when they listen,
and sing with every noise,
sing with every noise.
I got a year to miss with every town I'm in,
and a girl just to break my heart.
And although I said I meant it when I didn't,
let's dream of Illinois,
dream of illinois.
I got a year to miss with every town I'm in,
and a girl just to break my heart.
Well Sarah I can't lift just too much more than this,
there's my head, this town, and arms.
So, I'm staying with a friend down on twenty,
where the yelling ain't that hard,
and the yelling ain't that hard.
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Our Sweet
03:26
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You were exactly where you wanted to be,
the fall line in Richmond, that two room past Cary Street,
where the paint fades and the end of the day,
heard our house singing, the same songs that the radio played.
That's not our sweet, no it's the summer's,
cut off our hair and talk about where we'll drive the car,
and that's all I want and I'll I've asked for,
I want to wake up there, I want to wake up where you are.
You were exactly where you wanted to be,
that old place on Houston, or anywhere outta Genesee,
in an 85 or dad's 62,
heard or heart's leaving, through 80 and away from you.
That's not our sweet, no it's the summer's,
cut off our hair and talk about where we'll drive the car,
and that's all I want and I'll I've asked for,
I want to wake up there, I want to wake up where you are.
Detroit ain't friendly, I saw our yards get pulled away,
and the house gets empty when you stay,
came back on Sunday, when we might use the winter love,
cold nights are southern ways to us.
That's not our sweet, no it's the summer's,
cut off our hair and talk about where we'll drive the car,
and that's all I want and I'll I've asked for,
I want to wake up there, I want to wake up where you are.
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Small Houses Austin, Texas
Small Houses is a Austin, TX based indie/folk project featuring the songs and poems of Flint, MI native Jeremy Quentin. Artfully crafted finger-style guitar playing, and softly sung melodies describing the people, love, and homes of Quentin’s life.
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