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Transport Is Arranged

๐Ÿ‘ค Pavement โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Brighten the Corners: Nicene Creedence Edition [Disc 1] โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:52
๐ŸŽต 952 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:52 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 3913336

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

You better find your way out, you better learn how to run
You better walk away, and leave the angles for the shills
Well, I've been thinking for days about the means
And the ways that I could hurt all I touch
I know you're my lady, but I could trickle, I could flood
A voice coach taught me to sing, he couldn't teach me to love
All the above
Easy talkin' border blockin' transport is arranged

Praise the grammar police, set me up with your niece
Walk to Baltimore, and keep the language off the street
Well, I'm of several minds, I am the worst of my kind
I wanna cremate the crutch
I know you're my lady, but phone calls could corrupt the morning
I heed the surgeon's warning, pillars of eights

I swung my fiery sword, I vent my spleen at the lord
He is abstract and bored, too much milk and honey
Well, I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing
But a compass and a canteen
Settin' the scenes
Easy walkin' border blockin' transport is arranged

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.58] You better find your way out, you better learn how to run
[00:07.43] You better walk away, and leave the angles for the shills
[00:14.56] Well, I've been thinking for days about the means
[00:19.66] And the ways that I could hurt all I touch
[00:24.51] I know you're my lady, but I could trickle, I could flood
[00:30.69] A voice coach taught me to sing, he couldn't teach me to love
[00:36.73] All the above
[00:41.32] Easy talkin' border blockin' transport is arranged
[00:51.22]
[01:02.77] Praise the grammar police, set me up with your niece
[01:09.62] Walk to Baltimore, and keep the language off the street
[01:16.13] Well, I'm of several minds, I am the worst of my kind
[01:23.14] I wanna cremate the crutch
[01:26.23] I know you're my lady, but phone calls could corrupt the morning
[01:32.29] I heed the surgeon's warning, pillars of eights
[01:39.42]
[03:03.79] I swung my fiery sword, I vent my spleen at the lord
[03:10.59] He is abstract and bored, too much milk and honey
[03:16.46] Well, I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing
[03:21.06] But a compass and a canteen
[03:26.33] Settin' the scenes
[03:30.94] Easy walkin' border blockin' transport is arranged
[03:39.04]

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