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Recovery
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Photosynthesis
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Reasons Not to Be an Idiot
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I Still Believe
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I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous
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Long Live the Queen
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The Real Damage
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Substitute
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Wessex Boy
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The Way I Tend To Be
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If Ever I Stray
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Peggy Sang the Blues
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Love Ire & Song
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The Road
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To Take You Home
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The Ballad of Me and My Friends
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Imperfect Tense
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Better Half
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I Am Disappeared
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Losing Days
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Try This At Home
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Jet Lag
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A Love Worth Keeping
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Plain Sailing Weather
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Eulogy
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Rivers
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Dan's Song
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Poetry of the Deed
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Four Simple Words
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Thatcher Fucked the Kids
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Father's Day
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One Foot Before the Other
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English Curse
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Glory Hallelujah
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Live Fast Die Old
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Worse Things Happen at Sea
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Sons of Liberty
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Redemption
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Polaroid Picture
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Romantic Fatigue
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Vital Signs
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Nights Become Days
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Tell Tale Signs
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Good & Gone
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Nashville Tennessee
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A Decent Cup of Tea
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Isabel
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The Fastest Way Back Home
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Once We Were Anarchists
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The Fisher King Blues
From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs,
From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I'd ever been to America.
And if I knew anybody who played pedal steel guitar,
I'd get them in my band and then my band would get real far,
But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville Tennessee,
And the only person in my band is me.
A simple scale on an old guitar, and a punk rock sense of honesty.
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