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Nothing to Lose
04:32
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Nothing to Lose
(Hoshaw, Nelson, Lane)
You're never lost
Until you get stoned
Then it's touch-and-go
From friend to friend then home
And when you think that you'll fail
You take your knife to the sail
Now you lost your job
Your car won't start
You've fallen out of love
But tell me at the bar
I've got nothing to lose that I can't replace
I've got nothing to lose that I can't replace
And replace
So heel to toe
To my front door
Where we'll stack them up
And pray for the wind to blow
And when you squint into morning
You stare straight at the Sun
Now I'm on the bus
Sublet's up
I've been making love
Like a temp-work slut
I've got nothing to lose that I can't replace
I've got nothing to lose that I can't replace
I've got nothing to lose that I can't replace
I've got nothing to lose that I can't replace
And replace
And replace
And replace
I've got nothing to lose that I can't replace
I've got nothing to lose that I can't replace
I've got nothing to lose that I can't replace
I've got nothing to lose that I can't replace
And replace
And replace
And replace
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2. |
Whisper A New Word
03:22
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Whisper A New Word
(Hoshaw)
In my chest lies a mess
A tornado at best
Lifting heart from foundation at ease
Everytime that I try
My tongue to untie
You whisper a new word to me
In the seconds between my wish and my wanting
You whisper a new word to me
When the snow in SOHO
Hides all the mistletoe
And the lipless no longer grind their teeth
Deep in my sighs
You reside
You whisper a new word to me
In the seconds between my wish and my wanting
You whisper a new word to me
In the seconds between my wish and my wanting
You whisper a new word to me
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Come to the City
03:43
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Come to the City
(Hoshaw)
Come to the city
Just pack up your things and run away
Save your goodbyes for another day
If your friends are true they already knew
This day would come
Come to the city
The ticking of time won't go away
The rest of your life begins today
If you only knew what's always been true
This day would come
Deep in your soul plays the traveling song
Pack up your heart and move on
Come to the city
Just follow my voice and don't hesitate
Your power of choice is in slow decay
If you only knew the person you
Could become
Cause deep in your soul plays the traveling song
Pack up your heart and move on
Move on
Come to the city
Come to the city
Come to the city
Just pack up your things and run away
Save your goodbyes for another day
If your friends are true they already knew
This day would come
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4. |
Gunpowder
04:44
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Gunpowder
(Hoshaw, Brostad)
I was young once you know
Young and barefoot and past my prime
Holding magic in my hands
Drawing dogs of fire in the sky
I was young once you know
I was young once you know
I was young once you know
I was young once you know
Fat and red
The moon rises beside you
A blood moon
You sweat
Bullets in the sulfur
And it hides you
Gunpowder
Gunpowder
I was young once you know
Young and barefoot and past my prime
Holding magic in my hands
Drawing dogs of fire in the sky
I was young once you know
I was young once you know
I was young once you know
I was young once you know
Fat and red
The moon rises beside you
A blood moon
You sweat
Bullets in the sulfur
And it hides you
Gunpowder
Gunpowder
Gunpowder
Gunpowder
Gun-Gunpowder, Gun-Gun-Gunpowder
I was young once you know
Gun-Gunpowder, Gun-Gun-Gunpowder
I was young once you know
Gun-Gunpowder, Gun-Gun-Gunpowder
I was young once you know
Gun-Gunpowder, Gun-Gun-Gunpowder
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Brad Hoshaw Nashville, Tennessee
Nashville Singer-Songwriter. For more information visit bradhoshawmusic.com
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