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Coat Pocket
02:46
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Your love I'd like to steal away and tuck it in my coat
And save it for a summers day where it could be my own
Those precious things you say you're not, I promise that you are
For every time you look my way I see their every part
These words are just some things I say, that's all they'll ever be
But if they cross your mind someday and make you think of me
If only for a little while, that little piece I'll keep
And bring it with me everywhere tucked in my coat so deep
And once again I'll find you here amongst crumpled up receipts
while deep inside an Autumn rain that's washing down my eaves
I guess it's just this time of year, it always seems to be
That's when I'm finding random things tucked in my coat so deep
That's when I'm finding random things I once thought I should keep
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First Snowfall
03:34
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You remind me of Autumn the way you move across the floor
You walk in here so gently then leave through a slamming door
You remind me of Autumn the way I wish you'd stick around
But you're always up and leaving, there's always something new you found
And I don't think anything will change
Every first snowfall is always gonna feel the same with you
An Indian Summer, Strawberry Spring
Fool me always with the thought of a better thing with you
You remind me of Autumn when you say the things you say
And how I catch myself believing that this could end a different way
When I know nothing here will change
Every first snowfall is always going to feel the same with you
An Indian Summer, Strawberry Spring
Fool me always with the thought of a better thing with you
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River Freeze
02:19
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Take me down the shoreline, take me round the bend
Take me through the hollow when the sun begins to set
It's a season of forgiveness, a season of regrets
On the day before the river freeze
One last look before she leaves
I'm searching for some comfort, I'm searching for my friend
Somewhere she's out there glowing off the tip of every crest
It's a season for believing but your faith it likes to test
On the day before the river freeze
One last drive before she leaves
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Good Winter
03:14
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There is a time deep inside December
When I'm counting down the shortest days
The sun is sneaking off into it's splendor
And my hearts here just crashing like a wave
So Monday comes and takes me on to Friday
The weekend comes and sends me back again
And nothing changes here besides the weather
I still want the things I wanted then
I just can't seem to get myself together
These wonder whys, I guess they never end
The list of things I can't quite surrender to
Are the maybes, ifs, the hows, and could've beens
Of all the things I've carried to the distance
And somehow found my way back around
There was a time when I could find more patience
For the life of me I can't remember how
I just can't seem to get myself together
These wonder whys, I guess they never end
The list of things I can't quite surrender to
Are the maybes, ifs, the hows, and could've beens
The maybes, ifs, the hows, and could've beens
Those maybes, ifs, those hows, and could've beens
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Salt and Brine
03:39
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I forgot the name of the song we used to sing
And I watch the seasons change, and it makes me think of you
And I wish I was the one to leave when things were done
Then maybe I could smile, a real smile, for a little while
All that you are, believe it
All that you are, I mean it
All that you are is more than enough
And I want to take a drive through the streets of salt and brine
For the sake of killing time between this loneliness
And if I hear that song, well I know I'll sing along
And ride by my old haunts to see what's still around
All that you are, believe it
All that you are, I mean it
All that you are is more than enough
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New Years
03:24
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Hey there, if you're passing through
Can I come along, is there room for two
Cause I think some company's overdue
I won't talk too much
I just want to be by you
Let's take off the armor, because I didn't come to fight
And I'm not here to sell you that everything's alright
When all your best intentions are slowly slipping out of sight
You throw your sail up anyway and carry on for spite
When December comes to a close
Our resolutions sit waiting to be broke
They're waiting to be broke
It's okay to crumble, you don't have to be so brave
You're weather worn and jaded, a product of the grey
And there's no light that's shining through the cold and wind and rain
On your little boat out sailing amongst the biggest waves
When December comes to a close
Our resolutions are dropping with the ball
They're dropping with the ball
Dropping with the ball
They're dropping with the ball
Dropping with the ball
Watch them as they fall
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Kurt Gunn De Pere, Wisconsin
A pure songwriter, equally informed and introspective. A talented guitarist and composer, from a climate that compels musicians to devote compassion to their craft. From solo performer to bandleader, with a style alternately whimsical and weighted, Gunn’s range will draw you in and keep you in his crosshairs. ... more
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