1. |
In My Youth
03:40
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2. |
Miles
03:27
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All I need
is miles and miles
If you believe in me
I’ll try it, I’ll try it
A father in me?
Maybe with luck
Answers
Never free
Time won’t wait for us
All I need
Is miles and miles
Kid,
If you believe in me,
I’ll show you the price
Is worth the beauty
You fall and still
Wait for love
All of this is real
No time for us
So...
On and on and on and on
You fall and still
Wait for love
All of this is real
No time for us
So...
Step it up
So...
on and on and on and on
A father in me?
Maybe with luck
Answers
Never free
Time won’t wait for us
So...
Step it up.
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3. |
Invitations
03:14
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Accept my
Invitation.
You have no reason to refuse us.
Accept my…
You have no reason to refuse us
All the pieces will fall into place
All we need is to see your face.
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4. |
Wake You Up
04:49
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it's been so long
so i resolve to wake you up
a sequence in time
yet there's no proof for us
it's on my mind, lately,
so i need to wake you up
*********
slept so long,
so i resolve to wake you up.
equations over life, crazy!
radio wave, "wow's" all the fuss
or, faith lies, maybe?
you won't know until your numbers up.
the blood through your fingers,
uncontrolled repeat floating points...
...on and on.
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5. |
To the Stars
01:43
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let me lift you up
from grass to the
stars above
oh-oh-oh-oh
see the lights on?
all on their own
let me lift you up
from the stars to the
dark unknown
oh-oh-oh-oh
where will we go,
all on our own?
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6. |
The Years
04:11
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you fall again!
you fall again!
you have more.
you choose to ignore.
you’re at the end!
bruised again!
the years won’t,
be many more.
cut and torn
so tired and worn
you fall again!
you’ll fall again!
but..
you have more
you,
could have more.
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7. |
Today Today
03:40
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endless youth,
I've thought it, too,
it means nothing,
here, now today.
endless youth, i promise to
dream something
while i waste away
today, today.
slowly feel the wood grain,
feel something,
to ignore the pain.
in my youth, i never knew
it would be so soon,
as i lay here,
today
endless youth,
your reddish hue
touches nothing
here, now. today
and if i fall, just let me go
and if i break, just stay away
i know you care,
but i won't be there.
i won't be there
i won't be there
i won't be there
i won't be there.
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8. |
Show Them
03:39
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ashes keep rising, across
pictures of the, past
dipping down then, upward
sprawled over the, surface
dotted over, thoughts
flowing through our, blood
even ashes, whisper
even ashes, glitter
now it’s time just to show,
show them what you know
now it’s time just to show,
show them what you know.
are you still alive? hello?
that was the last time, for sure
we had some fun, I know
back in chicago
now it’s time just to show,
show them what you know
now it’s time just to show,
show them what you know.
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9. |
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the kids will come home late at nite,
the kids will come home late at nite.
from city streets,
moved through light.
late with grace,
a familiar looking face:
“don’t worry for me,
don’t worry for me.”
i know, i remember the feel,
the transparent color and
the skin under is real.
fireworks in late July,
the shimmer against the black of the nite
health is whole,
with breath to spare.
with every sigh,
with every sway,
when does it end?
a simple need
i know, i remember the feel
a taste like no other
the sweat and bloom is real
the kids will come home late at nite,
the kids will come home late at nite.
From the heat
removed from time
come with grace
enough to share
i know, i remember the feel,
i know,
youth runs with ease and appeal.
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Frost on the car,
Mid- November
We had it all,
I remember.
It’s so romantic to pretend.
It’s so dramatic to pretend.
Drink to these years,
We’ve surrendered.
It’s so romantic to give in.
Jenna, don’t throw
Your scrubs in…x3
Morning breath,
On the windows.
It’s so romantic not to care.
Call in sick,
That’s better.
We’re too naive to understand.
Jenna, don’t throw
Your Scrubs in
The backseat of
You car.
(whenever you leave me I’ll find you again)
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