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Mouths to feed, shoes to buy
Rent to pay, tears to dry
Brand new world
I can't relate
Let us choose
To not participateOpen up
Let me wander in
Your heart is not
Such a tender thing
Brand new world
I contend
Only love
Will stop the witheringOh, to lie in wait
As the shadows and the shapes
Spill across the walls
Like a river
Deep
In spateFour am
Dark reality
Brand new world
And my heart
Is missing
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Settling now
Once again
What was begun
Will meet it's endRunning now
Time to hide
Go inside
It's time to hideHere we stand at the end of paths taken
(guiding light inspiration)
The slow decline
The crumbling foundation, the stations, and now the cross
But we're still lostWaiting now
Dull roots twinning
Keeping watch
For new roots shiningThere you stand at the edge of salvation
(guiding light inspiration)
The slow decline
The crumbling foundation, the stations, and now the cross
But we're still lost
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If you've gone and made your mind up
About leaving tomorrow
Take it all, but leave
My cutting board behindI can see my way ahead
I reach this closed doorway
Try as i might
I can't find my way behindDo you see the end of time
Or a new level
Next time, alone
We'll leave the others behindIf you've gone and made your mind up
'bout leaving tomorrow
Take it all, but leave
My cutting board behind
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Now it all begins
Or continues to
Spiral down
Spiral downI've laid it out on paper
Instructions of what to do
As my mind begins to waver
Losing contact with youNow it all begins
Or continues to
Spiral down
Spiral downLook upon the self
Look upon the other
We need a better understanding
Or we'll spiral downSpiral down
Continue to spiral down
I'm no where near my peace
As you spiral down
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My little boy on the kitchen floor
(my little basquiat)
Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs
(my little basquiat)
Colours leaping all over the mat
(my little basquiat)
The kitchen floor is where it's at
For my little basquiatOne day
He'll be golden
Maybe chosen
Perhaps to lead
One day
He'll be shaken
Maybe taken
Perhaps to bleedMy big girl swinging from the bars
(my little comaniche)
Fist of stone flying above the yard.
(my little comaniche)
Halfway up is halfway down
(my little comaniche)
Or maybe it's the other way around
For my little comanicheOne day
She'll be moonlight
Maybe too bright
Perhaps, to shine
One day
She'll be found out
Maybe ground down
Perhaps she'll cryMy little girl on her mothers lap
(my little panchen lama)
Sucking on her fingers, surveying the roadmap
(my little panchen lama)
Seems to be the only one around
(my little panchen lama)
That sees the red lights at the end of town
(my little panchen lama)One day
They'll be older
Maybe bolder
Perhaps, than me
One day
They'll be rising
Maybe living
Perhaps, in peace
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Someday soon
I'm going to find myself a saviour
Sit him on the naugahide
And make him tell me the answers
Someday soon
He'll look at me
With the word in his eyes
He'll notice the hero to come
Someday soonSomeday soon
I'm going to find myself a leader
Someone who can take me
By the hand towards safety
Someday soon
With only a wink
He'll tell me all i need know
His personal call will come
Someday soonFind myself another heart to carry this weight
Find another part to takeSomeday soon
I'm going to find myself a banner
March when they tell me to
Cheer when it matters
Someday soon
Let's take our place
At the back of the bus
Erase all the lies we've been told
Shoulder the load of those that are dear
And look to the days to come
Someday soon
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My father's stories fell upon us
Filled us with his light
Gospels, fertile minds
Taking root, taking rootHis pocket change would jingle
Sacramental bells
Heads tucked low
Sneaking peaks, sneaking peaksAnd the rain comes down
It's dark, and the browns
Begin to bite
Here you will always be
Behind me, and you will not go awayThere he sleeps, an untamed land
Dark corners yet discoveredHis heart yet to be
Trod upon, trod uponI can't bare to hear his breathing
Simply knowing what's to comeI can't bare to hear your breathing
Knowing what's to come
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The singer brought her to tears
But they were my words not hers
What I said, or didn't say
It doesn't really matter anywayBeside me, you looked so small
So I'm the one now that makes you crawl
A misplaced word, nothing brutish
Can serve as the sand to extinguish the flame
It doesn't really matter anywayIt doesn't really matter anyway
It doesn't really matter anyway
It doesn't really matter anyway
It doesn't really matter anyway
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Where'd you go my blue eyed saviour
Where'd you go my darling one
Lying on that field of honour
Not sure what you're waiting on
And she won't let him through the door
Her mind is ticking through those tumbling years
The one's he promised he'd be there for
She says, "hope: the belief that loved ones will never die"
I've never heard such nonsense
I've never heard such liesWhat to do with our sputtering engine
What to do with our fading star
Leaving us to wander freely
Trying to find out where we are
And I can't bear to see him go
There is just too much left on the table
There has been too much left alone
She says, "hope: the belief that loved ones will never die"
I've never heard such nonsense
I've never heard such liesListen to my wide eyed bundle
Listen to them assail the night
Lost again in their caves of wonder
Leaving us alone outside
And I can barely stand the simple pleasure
Each breath carrying just a little more weight
As I bend to adjust the comforter
I think, "hope: the belief that loved ones will never die"
I've never heard such nonsense
I've never heard such lies
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You speak your love
You turn, are gone
What kind of love
You thinking ofCan you tell me how this mountain got so highMoments worth
The price of myths
Lifting from our fingertips
Reaching for the next hand hold on the wallHow'd this mountain get so high
How'd this mountain get so high
Can someone tell me how this mountain got so highStep by step
We take on weight
The trick is now
To separate
Secure the good
Leave the rot behindHow'd this mountain get so high
How'd this mountain get so high
Can someone tell me how this mountain got so highNo need for answers
But give them choice
A simple place
To hear their voiceCan someone tell me how this mountain got so highHow'd this mountain get so high
How'd this mountain get so high
Can someone tell me how this mountain got so high
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Keep it coming
I've got your back
Do not fear
When I'm on deck
A bigger lie I've never told
A bigger story yet to unfold
My only guarantee: i will fuck you upAnother day
Of pure energy
What wears most
Is the constancy
A bigger job I've never had
A bigger burden I could not drag
My only guarantee: I will fuck you upStrange how things
Come about
Will I ever know
How things turn out
A bigger wish I've never known
A bigger question I'm trying to hone
My only guarantee: I will fuck you up
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