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Try
03:25
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Awoke in a box of lead and clay
I mold it to remain what I repeat again and again
Addicted to these tools that build things that reflect me
I had nothing to lose now I’m wondering what I will…
…choose
No one ever said it would be easy to live
No one ever said it would be easy to die
No one ever said it would be easy to give
No one ever said it would be easy to try
I don’t believe in much so there’s not much to hold on to
Years melt into years and people disappear
On a long enough time line anything can become real
There's always something to lose
And I'm wondering what I will…
…Choose
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All We Have is Time
04:01
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I can't find the minutes
And I've lost track of the days
The clouds flew past overhead
And the clock struck midnight again and again
Ahead the road is extending
Below the wheels are turning
Behind the bridges are burning
And the time on all clocks seems to have stopped
I hold on to rhythm
Cuz all we have is time
The sun stands still in an empty space
All we do is fill in the blanks
Ahead the road is extending
Below the wheels are turning
Behind the bridges are burning
And the time on all clocks seems to have stopped
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I Believe
03:01
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I rose to heaven
Then I dropped to hell
I believe, in angels and spells
Buried in numbers
Something like a memory
The sky had opened up above
Poured its light through me
Buried in numbers
Something like a memory
The ground had opened up below
Fell so deep I couldn’t breathe
Magic is tragedy
But only for the lucky
Torn up and empty
We pray for eternity
I raise my arms
I raise my hands
I raise my eyes
Hope for signs from above
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Time,
can be measured in the lives you’ve lived,
that fade from your mind and lips.
Youth can be measured in friends,
that were never heard from again.
So gasp to use your only chance.
No going back to make amends.
If you blink, you’ll miss what’s real
or a fleeting state of bliss.
The cold
The dark
It feels like you’re lost
The flames cast their shadows all over the walls
Words,
They stumble out one by one,
an empty page becomes a thought.
A thought can never be undone,
only shared, or hidden or covered up.
Truth, can be seen in the stroke of a brush,
or in trying to cover it up.
In going back to make amends,
like friends or time, it is or it’s not.
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5. |
Hold On
03:46
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How long have you had that box that you hold so close?
The one full of keepsakes and everything you know…
My little homeless wanderer
left her toys on the floor
My little homeless wanderer
walked right in through the door
Hold on, hold on
You’ll find home
An address, a place to build memories
A shelter, safety from enemies
A warm place, routines and christmas trees
Silence, a place to rest, to have dreams
My little homeless wanderer
had no where to go
Hold on, hold on
You’ll find home
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