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Raylene
03:16
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Raylene, my heart is burning
I hope you hear me singing to you through this song.
I walked back, back to where I started
I swear I’ll make it all up to you someday.
I watch the clouds roll on through the foothills
Until at last they make their way out of sight.
Lets say goodbye in the last days of summer
Knowing we got every bang for our buck
Raylene, my heart is burning
I hope you hear me singing to you through this song
I walked back, back to where I started
I swear I’ll make it all up to you someday
The wind calls me now so I must be going
There were so many things I could never say.
I’m worried I forgot how to walk with another
Cause you know I’ve walked so far now on my own
Raylene, Raylene, Raylene
Baby the ends upon us
Oh and here comes the storm
I still cherish all the days I spent with you
Raylene, my heart is burning
I hope you hear me singing to you through this song
I walked back, back to where I started
I swear I’ll make it all up to you someday
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Roll the Dice
02:49
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Pushed my way through the market
Me and little John were on the run
The man in blue stood at the corner
So we laid low till the day was done
Oh Marie I’m getting closer
To that light inside my dreams
Well they pushed me to the corner
So I rolled the dice Marie
Up here by Union Station
Girl you’d better learn to hold your own
You can kiss me on the platform
Just as long as nobody knows
Laughing, wild dreams
Nothing’s ever quite what it seems
When the sun sets over the skyline
We’ll just roll the dice Marie
She said why are you waiting
On a prayer that’s been lost to the world
But some nights I still hear a wailing
It’s a battle cry, a last gasp at a lost cause
Now and then I walk the train tracks
To see if you’ve come back around
At night I light the candles
Ever since you’ve left town
But I’m alright here on my own
Girl just remember wherever you roam
When you see no sense in tomorrow
Roll the dice Marie
Roll the dice Marie
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On the Mountain
04:11
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Up here on the mountain, we’ll sing our song
Transfigurations under pale moonlight
About the rays of a new day sweeping
I saw the red lights flashing in the rain.
Out here in the periphery of the night
The battle wages all around me
There’s a premonition we all have to face.
Lay down your arms, it’s all over now.
The sky was red as the devil’s eyes
Maids of sorrow danced above the flames
The choice is really not ours to make.
We walk arm in arm in symmetry through this life
Past the wounds and the shackles of a careless past
We shall pay all our debts here today.
Lay down your arms it’s all over now.
I’ll carry you home.
Up here on the mountain, we’ll sing our song
Are we all but lambs in the King’s eyes?
Led astray by a desert mirage?
No, I never once trembled at the blade.
I’ll find my redemption out there on the dark, lonesome path
Where the pale horse rides
Shed all my guilt for a world gone mad.
How I wanted to be just like you Pa
A prophet spawned from virtues womb
But I know I lost you way back then.
Transfigurations under pale moonlight
There’s a price we all have to pay.
Up here on the mountain, we’ll sing our song
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Radiator King Brooklyn, New York
Adam Silvestri, known professionally as Radiator King, is an American punk/blues singer-songwriter and guitarist from
Boston, Massachusetts.
Established officially in 2011, Radiator King has released three studio albums, Launching Day, Document Untold, and A Hollow Triumph After All.
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