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Crooked Tracks
02:55
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Let this island drift away
And deliver us to a place
Where these crooked tracks
Won't force us back
Back to our separate ways
Hurry on past
The shoreline east
And skip everything in between
Oh please, oh please, oh please
Don't let my feet land on the pavement
'Cause heaven knows I just can't stand to face it
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Dearest Hands
03:37
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