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Bright Eyes Motion Sickness Live

: Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that

picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty. They are smeared and these blurs come in random order and they color the eyes

: The sun came up with no conclusions Flowers sleeping in their beds The city's cemetery's humming I'm wide awake, it's morning And I have my drugs,

: So there is this woman and she was on an airplane, and she's flying to meet her fiance, sailing high above the largest ocean on planet earth, and she

: (Elliott Smith Cover) I'm waiting for the train The subway that only goes one way The stupid thing that will come to pull us apart And make everybody

it like you're right? Why are you scared to dream of God When it's salvation that you want? You see stars that clear have been dead for years But the idea just lives

was a postcard, I was a record I was a camera until I went blind Now I'm riding all over this island Looking for something to open my eyes We will sing

(Elliott Smith Cover) I'm waiting for the train The subway that only goes one way The stupid thing that will come to pull us apart And make everybody

Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that