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Talking Circles
03:48
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Hold to your pillow,
To keep you afloat.
If subject's not shallow,
We'll need a, boat,
To keep us from sinking.
The point of a letter's to outdo the note,
Desires endeavor,
To turn our, thoughts,
To treasure hidden,
Symphonies deep.
I'll paint you a portrait of pleasure,
You have never known.
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On and on the story goes, it flows
Towards an ending.
And, I'm the one who called a spade a spade,
A spade.
Oh, look at the things we know,
I never did follow suit.
Take off, take off your winter clothes,
I never did know,
Baby.
Take the tears for trying,
Don't be prone to prying
I can't tame the lions.
Oh the pose deceives you,
Makes you wonder what you've leaned to.
And, I'm the one who saw the same,
The same, a shame.
Walking backwards,
Weight is death,
I've got broken arrows in my head.
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So this is something,
Never to be anymore.
Sirens Call.
Faking with nothing,
Never to be in my own world.
Sirens, they call.
Sirens call.
To my brothers,
We need to go the safe place.
Sirens, they change.
Sirens, they came.
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My family are like stones, many others.
Waiting for a place called home.
My sisters be tree tops,
My father be the anchor,
Pulling me towards a home.
Be like stars,
Be oceans and the tides.
Be as children,
Waiting for a place called home.
My mother was a flower,
Budded and gone.
Waiting for us at home.
Stars.
Oceans and the tides.
Children,
Waiting for a place called home.
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Pull it to pieces, bottle and bone.
The heart is a reflex,
Set it in stone, my love,
Set it in stone.
And now that all the gold is gone,
I know it's lonely.
Let clay be the focus, already shown.
And breath from the first kiss,
Set it in stone, my love,
Set it in stone.
And now that all the gold is gone,
I know it's only,
I know it's only time.
I'm still holding,
Wait till morning.
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I'm not hoping to be, held,
In the arms of another, another.
I'm not looking to replace the void of the love of a mother,
A mother.
It seems true,
Spring is near you.
I'm not trying to pull, apart,
The plans of another, another.
I'm just longing to hold to your hand and protect,
Like a brother, a brother.
It seems true,
Winter's behind you.
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7. |
At What Cost
04:28
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An ode to the glorious dead,
From a lone heart.
And hope, It is lighter than gold,
But the same cost.
I know,
I know,
I know.
I wrote her a note,
And it left in the same box.
You were the fire that took our loss.
I know,
I know,
I know.
Hope it is lighter than gold but the same cost.
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8. |
In Came Cancer
04:22
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Oh garden, from one seed.
Hers was the hand but his will sowed the deed.
Oh suffering has become,
I saw them enter a million and one.
Oh, the sweetest thing to tell,
You're right where we fell.
Hold back you have belief.
It was the time for your dreams to be free.
Oh, I never did know,
Hope is a place on a thousand foot bow.
Oh, the sweetest thing to tell,
You're right where we fell.
I ask of you, what is the answer?
A cure for hearts, the cure for cancer?
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White Stones
03:52
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White stones and ashes,
You've spoken to me.
Years upon wonder the shift in my thinking.
Have I been faithful to follow indeed?
A new name for me.
The forbidden fruit has become my first greed.
Years of this wonder to shape what I'm thinking.
Have I been faithful to overcome these things?
A new name for me.
A new name,
For me.
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