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Once
04:35
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Just a man,
Hanging on to a face,
Holding on to his own blues,
To never feel alive again.
I'm a plan,
That never came to realize,
Through all of his tries,
Still stuck on that wall,
Once is all you need,
To fall down on your knees,
Burn until you bleed,
Say all the silly things,
He never had to say.
When he walks through a crowd,
His fate is all but down,
Crashing to the ground,
I hope and I pray,
He'll come alive again.
Dusty sleeves,
Stopped shrugging long ago,
Cos acceptance is a force,
That pushes out his choice.
Won't you see,
The burning out of a symphony,
The brightest heart collecting rust,
Gave his all far too much.
Once is all you need,
To fall down on your knees,
Burn until you bleed,
Say all the silly things,
He never had to say.
When he walks through a crowd,
His fate is all but down,
Crashing to the ground,
I hope and I pray,
He'll come alive again.
I'm a man,
Holding on to his plan,
Simply all that he has,
To make it all past twelve,
Through the quiet of the streets.
Once is all you need,
To fall down on your knees,
Burn until you bleed,
Say all the silly things,
He never had to say.
When he walks through a crowd,
His fate is all but down,
Crashing to the ground,
I hope and I pray,
He'll come alive again.
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Piece From The War
01:58
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Pray listen to my story,
As I try to make sense,
Of a world disbelieving,
Oh my every step every single time,
But it wouldn't matter,
If honey you were mine.
Oh quit living out the chases,
And stealing my thunder,
Making treadmills of my heart,
And then try to plunder,
What you would frame,
On the walls you face,
As a piece from the war.
That I have endured,
And smile while I suffer.
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Freedom Drown
03:28
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I am standing here,
With a fist full of my fears,
Won't you be here,
Or at least be near.
The rain is beating down,
Drowning out the crowds,
Helpless and found,
Or just found out.
Just found out.
If love is a color that can be seen,
Then i must be blind in this coloring scheme,
The greys in the in-between,
Are pulling at me.
I refuse to let the best of me be beaten down,
By the rest of me, the cynical, the freedom drown,
Oh if only it were that loud,
That simple right now.
Yes I refuse to give into my blues,
Yes I refuse to be a loser of this truce
Oh I refuse to live like a clue
Yes I refuse, i simply refuse.
To let you walk right all over me,
To give and give till the infinity,
Will claim what's mine, will leave in due time,
Will leave to meet the horizon line.
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Under evenings in the sun,
Where we once shared love like none,
Where our hands could always mend,
Where our hearts would soar to no end.
Under evenings in the sun,
We shared laughter, we shared love,
Our beating hearts had no fear,
Our fleeting minds were ever clear.
Under evenings in the sun,
A story of lovers had just begun,
It was no public rage,
Just an intimate sort of page in a diary.
Under evenings in the sun,
You looked at me and we sung,
Of eyes wide open and our dreams,
Of how the time had simply ceased.
Under evenings in the sun,
I visit places full of memories,
Where the ghosts of lovers past,
Hold each other till the storm will pass.
Under evenings in the sun,
I weep for you, I weep for what we'd become,
My hand runs over graves of stone,
Where our love died of a tragic blow.
Under evenings in the sun,
An ache runs through the ribs of this very soul,
Till the muscle turns to dust,
Till it beats against my chest I must.
Live under evenings in the sun,
Where your face, a haze, a trace will lay back against the greens,
Your words they brought a smile to me
Little did we know they were denial of a bigger scene.
We scripted love,
We scripted tons of little moments to hold,
Against our chests.
Under evenings in the sun,
We shared laughter,
We shared love.
Love, love.
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Redemption
05:43
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Sadness on the edges,
Pulling at the ones you call your own,
All of my direction,
All of my sanity is gone.
Cradling redemption,
Give or take what's left of the morning,
Make the best of the mess,
The beauty in the madness will shine on.
If you are the only one getting out alive,
And if you are the only one that’s right,
Then consider yourself lucky,
Because most of us are more broken than alive.
Every time we hold,
We hold on to what we hold dearest in our lives,
Walking in the midst of a world,
That's busy killing dreams like flies.
Make peace within yourself,
Because peace on the outside is a ruse,
They give as much as they can’t take,
In fact they take more than they will ever give.
If you are the only one getting out alive,
And if you are the only one that’s right,
Then consider yourself lucky,
Because most of us are more broken than alive.
Because most of us are more broken than alive.
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Weightless
03:55
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When the dawn will come,
When the sun will breathe life into these lungs,
I will stand outside,
Let you lead me into infinite signs.
Of laughter,
Of these city lights,
Hold your hand as you pace the pavement,
Fleet and quick to realize,
That I'm trailing behind,
The weightless power in your eyes.
We're seated by the bank,
Where the water runs shallow with our bodies in the sand,
The trees that surround,
Have incisions on their bark that tell the sound.
Of laughter,
Of these city lights,
Hold your hand as you pace the pavement,
Fleet and quick to realize,
That I'm trailing behind,
The weightless power in your eyes.
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