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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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from Evenings In The Sun, track released September 24, 2012
written, arranged and performed by Asela Perera
recorded at Asela’s Bedroom Studio

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