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it is easy you can be me
04:15
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do i have dead eyes
to puddled rain or to cars blown by
recounting all the times i've tried
out-staring the mirror
trying to make them move
no yeah i'm listening to you
can't you tell don't I look amused
like i don't even try
it is easy you can be me
as you see me you can be me
it is easy
if you try
it is a shotgun blast
an awakening cold water splash
when i try to forget my past
i can see it in your eyes
you see my phantom limb
stretch from my back in all directions
it is pulling through thick and thin
you see clouded visions wide
it is easy you can be me
why'm I screaming you can be me
it is easy
if you try
now i'm recalling tantrums on a college visit
people fleeing from their prisons
everything has been forgiven everything
it is pathos blaring through the stereo
it is letting people down
everything has been forgiven when a friend makes me feel found when i am low
when i am low
i run from all my words
fall into a thicker herd
where all the people lift their skirts
and i don't have to try
it is a shotgun blast
an awakening cold water splash
i try to forget my past
it runs out fast and wide
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why do i stay here
where would i go
there's no corner i don't know
it is the strangest thing
where i choose to spread my wings
i could make for a warmer star
an endless free-fall
a work of art
it is the same old thing
always the same old thing
why do i stay here
where would i go
there's no corner i don't know
it is the strangest thing
where i choose to spread my wings
i could make for a warmer star
beat the darkness
cure my heart
it is the same old thing
reasoning with puppet string
why do i stay here
where would i go
boots of danger familiar roads
it is the strangest thing
how i choose to spread my wings
i could make for a warmer star
beat the darkness
cure my heart
it is the same old thing
reasoning with puppet string
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kicking water ripples in the void
i can feel my mind run from the point
photographs of you in old tee shirts
faded smile beneath the pixel blur
tin-can-telephone we'll play parade
climb the top and sleep on fire escapes
then morning noise and other things you hate
puzzle pieces you had once misplaced
i can feel it coming 'round the corner
tomorrow will insist i make a change
hold my breath and wait around all morning
but every day is all the same
golden grass the end of summer dry
when all the lovers die upon the vines
this is what we pray for all the while
buried with the paupers in a pile
i want to hear you talk just like you used to
before there was the trouble in your voice
i have never done all that i could do
but what's the point
kicking water ripples in the void
we are all the children of a choice
kicking water ripples in the void
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ladies and gentlemen
in the morning
by the evening
and in the middle of the night
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the sun goes down
on an eastern town
drop my coat
by the door
let the rain clouds pour
i drove past your grave
in the shadow of the highway
quarter mile to your door
but you don't live there anymore
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you were stolen memories
04:12
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scarlet knots
all the things that i forgot
now i'm small
all the times that i was tall
dreams are always what they seem
you were stolen memories
now i drink
all the times it hurts to think
and i'm small
all the times that i was tall
dreams are always what they seem
you were stolen memories
you were stolen memories
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8. |
it is late in my life
03:23
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i won't speak for your future
i'm not in control
i won't speak for your future
i will let it go
it is late
it is late
its late
it is late in my life
it is late
it is late
its late
it is late in my life
i won't speak for your future
i won't speak at all
i willl hold on all my words
yeah i will let them go
it is late
it is late
it is late in my life
it is late
it is late
it is late in my life
i won't keep score anymore
i will let it go
won't tally up all my misdeeds
yeah i'm not in control
it is late
it is late
it is late in my life
i am blue
i am blue
i am blue all my life
i wond speak for your future
i know i have control
i won't give god anything
i will let it go
i am late
i am late
i've been late my whole life
i have seen
passing me
all of my life
i won't run around no more
i'm not fast enough
tried to move my thoughts through yours
but i'm not fast enough
it is late
it is late
it is late in my life
it's too late
it's too late
got ahead but it's not righta
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some things never die
01:51
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quiet hum, wind in willows
the day runs dry
your hand in my hand
some things never die
don't you wanna come home
don't you wanna go
don't you wanna come home
don't you wanna go
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brent martone Buffalo, New York
retired buffalo rock star releases records to the void
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