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7 8 7 10
02:55
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I don't need a friend
I just need a hand,
to follow me to the south;
a land I know nothing about.
please, show me the way.
I've been dying for an escape.
the walls are cavin' in,
I just need to see the sun again.
This was not the plan,
this road never turned to sand.
a subtle way to change the setting,
to give me what I wasn't expecting.
watching slowly while you disappear - if I follow, will you lead me through it?
there are questions that are dragging me along; when will I know if I am right or wrong?
I'm wrong.
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2. |
pea soup
05:25
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days, i've been counting until the words could fill the blanks,
but my mouth runs dry though everything is moving.
these nights have been passing.
Seeing myself in a blurred perspective; a ripple in the pond from a break in the water.
I don't think much of anything.
It's not that I don't care to say what I want to - there's just nothing there.
I walk away every time I should stay.
I ran too far and broke my leg.
I screamed from my mouth but I made no sound.
i'm fallin' further down; losing touch.
I never thought i'd say there could be too much.
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lips loose enough to speak you mind; say it now, we're running out of time.
holding your own while it all comes down; far too proud to show your doubt.
what could you say?
you, I thought you'd put up a fight.
I won't let you.
I'm standing on the tip of your tongue balancing until you push me off.
what could you say?
you, I thought you'd put up a fight.
I won't let you.
you, you thought with me it would die,
but it won't.
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4. |
ghost hands
04:45
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cared for by four of them, you'll never hear a sound.
i'm all for compromise if it benefits me in the end.
a faint line in the hardwood divides what's yours from mine.
bare walls are more fitting for you; you're so unkind.
hold close your friends and paint all the canvases.
you can stand with them waiting in line for a paint brush.
the people that are with you are only with you because you're with them; hold them so close - never let them go.
hang from the ceiling,
fall through the couch.
waking up or falling to sleep.
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5. |
reminders
04:15
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last train is leaving, taking you so far away from home -
i hear a voice echoing through, it's faint but I know that it's you.
take some time for yourself, we'll meet again soon.
I'm not through with you.
It always feels longer than it is; at least the distance keeps us apart.
by holding it in I don't have to remember - after the moment, I still have you
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6. |
I don't want to say it
03:49
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I saw you all alone, I thought you'd like some company.
your head was down while I said, "hello," but you only speak to those you know.
It doesn't matter if i'm kind; I'm still a stranger.
I can't say nothing without always saying all the wrong words.
there's no benefit from this. we're scraping from the bottom of the jar,
I don't have the time to talk about the weather,
or whether things got better than they were last year.
I don't want to say goodbye
but I try to every time.
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7. |
this afternoon
10:01
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I walked by your house this afternoon,
too afraid to walk to your door.
All my memories are here,
but now I'm on the outside looking in.
the summer always feels too short;
every time I turn around, you're gone.
I'll sleep another year while your mind may wander from here.
are we sleeping or just day dreaming?
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8. |
hampton
03:56
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9. |
home
04:37
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to me you are a star;
I watch you far.
chaotic where you are,
to me you are a star.
whenever i'm on my way home,
you know, i'm looking for you.
I look up to the sky.
there, I know that you're never that far.
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10. |
hungry
06:34
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pass it to me, I want to be like you.
I want to be able to sit and let the wind suck me dry.
I'd be fine with it because in my head, I'm running through the places where I have been.
looking up, I see something;
maybe it's something that i can finally hold on to.
I lift my hands up but nothing is there.
I start to think; were you even here?
I want to be where you are.
I want to see what you see.
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