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big sur
04:07
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You are not the only girl I took down the PCH
But you are the only one I seaside kissed
Among the constancy of waves and mist
In hopes that you would find a stasis with me
And that I could hold you more certainly
Despite the changing tides and rolling fog
I could stay in Big Sur forever
No need to leave in any weather
Calm your restless mind
Leave the world behind
This thing of beauty we found ourselves
Will sit idly awaiting our return
To find the comfort and balance of her shores
The twisted paths that brought us out here
Are volatile and likely to recede
And if we go now we might not get back
I could stay in Big Sur forever
No need to leave in any weather
Calm your restless mind
Leave the world behind
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where am i part i
01:10
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in your flame
03:12
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Formerly a victim of the same genre of a love gone rough
I know well enough that it takes a little time
It takes a couple months waking up in a cold bed, deep inside your own head
But it's still warm enough that I can see your fire
There's no magic word to say to dissipate this pain
But all the same, no one can extinguish your flame
I still get sentimental when fixing myself scrambled eggs
Like we would do before the walk to work
And even after all this time, these relics still lie inside my mind
But now I know how to look at them and smile
When his memory starts leaking through your scars
I won't let you forget just who you are
Cause no one will extinguish your flame
Now if you don't mind I'll sit here by your side
Let the heat sink in and melt your hardened heart
And shortly we'll be waiting for a spark
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where am i part ii
01:10
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mt. hamilton
03:23
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I'm not sure I'll find another place where the stars align
Quite like they did on the night when our paths began to collide
You don't know by now, but keep searching the sky and call me when you figure it out
No one can stop expansion
Space flies apart at the speed of light
It came on so fast the signals you sent all got shifted to blue
And as you flew past your messages all took on a crimson hue
We couldn't help the timing
We flew apart at the speed of sound
Sometimes I look to the sky hoping to watch you fly
But you can't be seen by my naked eyes
So I climb up through the hills to the top of Mount Hamilton
Hoping to see back into time to when you were mine
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santa cruz
05:02
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I can see the light in your eyes, even though the fog
And into the break of dawn, I know you'll shine on
And though these mountain trails will make your head spin
At least now you'll understand where my head's been
When the day turns to night and the cold starts to bite, now our paths ain't so clear
We're still here
And I'm not gonna turn around
Though I've been down this road before
I wanna walk it with you
Through the streets of Santa Cruz
Many miles to go 'fore it runs out
But we can walk slow
Or we could sit down in the road
Now as the night gets bright and sunshine falls at the end of the trail
Don't derail
Cause I'm not gonna turn around
Though I've been down this road before
I wanna walk it with you
Through the streets of Santa Cruz
And I'm not gonna play pretend
I don't know how this story ends
I wanna stay in your sun
Just until the morning comes
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Duncan Wood Santa Barbara, California
Originally from Maysville, Kentucky, Duncan grew up covering artists such as James Taylor and Jason Mraz. He also became enamored with Queen, Led Zeppelin, and The Beatles. While attending school in Northern California for Physics he was exposed to a number of artists in jazz, classical, indie rock, R&B, hip-hop, and bluegrass, and incorporates a large range of influences in his sound. ... more
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