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Album: Sweet Oblivion (1992)
Artists: Screaming Trees

  1. Butterfly
  2. Dollar Bill
  3. For Celebrations Past
  4. Julie Paradise
  5. More Or Less
  6. Nearly Lost You
  7. No One Knows
  8. Shadow Of The Season
  9. The Secret Kind
  10. Troubled Times
  11. Winter Song


Screaming Trees
Sweet Oblivion
For Celebrations Past
This is for footsteps approaching the night
They keep themselves moving and do what is right
Now watch what you gather and hold in your hand
Numbers are many who misunderstand


Drink your wine away instead
I won't remember all that's said
Say farewell and close the door
You'll find me nevermore


That I believe in
That I believe in
That I believe in you
Must be a crying shame


Tell you a story of that which comes last
All of the sorrow that lives in the past
Now if you're tired of all that's been told
Don't be surprised that I've grown so old


Drink your wine away instead
I won't remember all that's said
Say farewell and close the door
You'll find me nevermore


That I believe in
That I believe in
That I believe in you
Must be a crying shame


Breathing blind shadows or dead on the vine
I'm there in the morning to take you sometimes
To watch what you gather and hold in your hand
The numbers are many who misunderstand


Drink your wine away instead
I wont remember all that's said
Say farewell and close the door
You'll find me nevermore


That I believe in
That I believe in
That I believe in
That I believe in
That I believe in you
Must be a crying shame (x 3)
Oh yeah
Must be a crying shame (x 3)
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