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Untitled [Untitled/Unissued] (The Byrds) · Hidden Beach Recordings Presents: Hidden Hits, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Burnt by the Sun (Burnt by the Sun) · Burnt Weeny Sandwich (Frank Zappa) · Burnt Weeny Sandwich (Frank Zappa) · Burnt Lips (Leo Kottke) · Burnt Letters (Taylor Henderson) · Refuse to Be Burnt Out (The Fugs) · Burnt [Original Soundtrack] (The Avener) · Burnt Offerings [Bonus Tracks] (Iced Earth) – and 90 other albums »


You can feel the heat when the night is gone
You been burnt by the midnight sun
When you look for relief but you can't find none
You been burnt by
You can feel the heat when the night is gone
You been burnt by the midnight sun
When you look for relief but you can't find none
You been burnt by
Life in slow review
I see it with my eyes
Deeper down and further back
The storm reveals a hidden track
The sun is coming through

Down by
praying for the secrets to unlock.
And when the sun had turned its back on us,
In the dark our love kept track of us,
Pushed together by the lack
light
And I almost love this town
When I'm by your side

You woke me from a long sleep
And I'm almost back
Closer than ever
To finding the hidden
the first time burnt by sun
Each dawn rising in plaugeous glory
And touches the withering ground
Shall feed your agony fires
For your truth has now been found
Struck brightly by the winter
When the snow falls thick and silent
I can only hear you breathing

I will follow a set of deep tracks
Other people all
of freedom flashin'

Well, starry eyed and laughin' I recall when we were caught 
Trapped by an old track of vows for the hands suspended 
As we listened
of freedom flashin'

Well, starry eyed and laughin' I recall when we were caught 
Trapped by an old track of vows for the hands suspended 
As we listened
and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat beard and cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad glass of gumption
Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning disgusting
Wildchild
of freedom flashin'

Well, starry eyed and laughin' I recall when we were caught 
Trapped by an old track of vows for the hands suspended 
As we listened
And we're gonna bring a man up to the microphone right now (here we go, come on)
And goes by the name of uh, well he doesn't know (check it out come on yo)
from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you at?
Just got to New York like
of graph paper

Yo
I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were the rungs,
I strung it from the highest willow, trying to hug the sun.
The seventh
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you
make the sixth straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you
the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that you
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that