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All Years Leaving, 2004
Written by Howie Payne
This song is coated in vocal harmonies, harmonica breaks, gently jangling guitars, and it practically exudes nostalgia, especially the Byrds and early Bob Dylan. Lyrically and in the guitar and nasal vocal delivery and imagery, Dylan is a towering shadow here. "Ain't it a shame babe how your words fall in an empty place / No one to follow or to trace." I like it, but I would not have been surprised to hear it was from the late '60s.
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