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If We Make It
03:27
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It’s a new day on the road that leads to the unknown.
I’ll take it as it comes and forgive the universe.
They say you should live by the moment; it is my one regret,
If we make it through the night.
It’s a new day on the road, inhibition overthrown.
I paid for a lease of life, but it was second hand.
Maybe I’ll leave all my sorrows at the bottom of this bottle,
If we make it through the night.
If we make it through the night…
The world could crumble to dust,
And I wouldn’t know, we’ve forgotten how,
To live for the now.
Is this what it takes to make me realize my mistakes,
I wished I lived every day like this.
This is what it takes to make me realize my mistakes,
Living in fear has it’s benefits.
It’s better than complacency.
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Shape Of You
04:47
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Would you believe it if I told you,
The way it could be?
Would you believe it if I lied to your face,
For your sake.
Blindfold itching as I’m spun by life…
All of the best parts of me gone.
Time curves the edges of my memory,
Leaving the shape of you blurred.
I’ve forgotten my reasons,
Chasing the shadow of you.
When will the love end?
I know it is too little too late, but please forgive me.
Kicking sand in the wound,
I’ll take the blame while you glow.
I missed the point, loving you was not enough…
But it’s not wasted time,
You have taught me so much.
Time curves the edges of my memory,
Leaving the shape of you blurred.
I’ve forgotten my reasons,
Chasing the shadow of you.
When will the love end?
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If Only
03:38
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I realized today the errors in my ways.
Word’s just slip from my mouth,
They hit you hard but you don’t say, you are an angel,
The kindest heart I know, it’s only ever me.
If I could only take it all back.
If I could only get back on track.
I’ve been selfish every day,
This curse called love is running through my veins;
I care too much and throwing stones.
I took my hang-ups and put them on your shoulders,
And did not even think about how you must feel.
I’ll chase tails and cars until I give up.
I have no reason for it all, I’m lost in my homemade hell.
If I could only take it all back.
If I could only get back on track.
I’ll chase tails and cars until I give up.
I have no reason for it all, I’m lost in my homemade hell.
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The Author
04:40
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She sketches her world on scrap bits of paper,
And looses herself in the ink.
Designing characters she wished she knew,
Her fate is hers to redesign.
She sketches her world on scrap bits of paper,
Because this is the place she belongs.
Hands stained by ink she breathes on the pages that let her in,
Sailing above the earth.
Easily overwhelmed, working we can’t just be.
Take back your reverie.
You are the Author of the world you write,
Architect of the pages you live in.
Chapters conceal unknown truths;
Your palate touches more than just you.
The carriage is clunking it’s way under London,
The apron is stuffed in her bag.
She disobeys time and freezes it often,
Drawing a screen play that dances around her,
Her life is the plot she creates.
Scribbled is a complex escape, to block out the world,
She’s sailing above it all, she won’t touch the ground…
Some never realize;
We own the power to overthrow and redesign.
You are the Author of the world you write,
Architect of the pages you live in.
Chapters conceal unknown truths;
Your palate touches more than just you.
When I look into you and you look into me…
I wish you could write my fate and read it back to me.
I wish you could draw our lives, be God of the pages we live in.
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Viaduct
03:21
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Artists always do too much,
This palate too much to ignore…
Paint.
Draw.
Build.
I abused my right to create,
And this art has cheapened my cause.
Your point of view changes everything I knew.
The first mistake is made, miscalculations…
Irreversible, Irreversible, Irreversible…
We can care too much and ruin the things we build.
But it’s twisted now, and manipulated.
They always start so pure…
But I held onto things that I’ve outgrown.
If I’m honest with myself,
It was no masterpiece that I painted over.
Your point of view changes everything I knew.
I’ve let you in to paint over yesterday, let’s let things go…
Sometimes the only way is to disregard and rebuild,
So we start again with someone new…
Who knows you,
Who gets you,
Who loves you,
Who inspires you.
Your point of view changes everything I knew.
I’ve let you in to paint over yesterday, let’s let things go…
And build a masterpiece.
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Transition
03:21
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People aren’t born broken;
They get broken in.
I’ve never been so bruised.
I’ve never been so used.
Aged by this year…
Compromising without even knowing.
Contracted, and I am left so dazed.
With no perspective, it’s felt like I would never,
Escape the confusion.
So I’ll write the equation on the back of my hand so I will not forget:
For every dip there is a peak.
For every dip there is a peak.
So I will write because the page steals nothing from me.
Transition will come.
A wave never flattens while there is still music in your body.
It’s a waking moment; It felt like I would never be found by the rapture.
So I’ll write the equation on the back of my hand so I will not forget:
For every dip there is a peak.
For every dip there is a peak.
So I will write because the page steals nothing from me.
Transition will come.
And a wave never flattens while there is still music in your body.
Transition has come.
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This Mist
04:00
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Perugia
04:25
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8’oclock and it’s time again;
Phone and bottles on the table.
The hurting fades as I drift away,
Drowning in sofa and medicines.
I see myself in the steel…
It’s my cry for help to the operator,
an ambulance every week,
But I’m still sent back to drink.
My daughter had a beautiful baby,
But there was an abusive father.
They took my children away from me,
Now I see myself in the steel.
I’m left with the shadows of people past and gone,
Preying for someone to break in.
I’m left with the shadows of people past and gone,
Preying for someone to break in.
Break in.
I arrive to see a woman that I once knew.
I didn’t first notice the cuts on the surface.
I used to know her daughter when we were young,
And not I’m in a stranger’s house in uniform.
How does this happen?
In the absence of hope, you are never alone.f
There’s always someone to answer your call.
I’m left with the shadows of someone who’s past and gone,
She’s preying for someone to break in.
I’m left with the shadow of someone who’s past and gone,
She’s preying for someone to break in.
Break in.
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Sink Or Swim
04:39
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God left the room when we realized fate.
I’m no believer, but I sometimes crave faith.
To replace this reality,
Our words were lost in the moment.
I am so new to this suffering,
Let me down gently.
What is the right thing here?
How will I know through my fear?
Throw into the deep end again,
To sink or swim.
To replace this reality,
Our words were lost in the moment.
I am so new to this suffering,
Let me down gently.
What is the right thing here?
How will I know through my fear?
Throw into the deep end again,
To sink or swim.
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If I Ever
03:53
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Despite my faults, I’ll grow in tune with you.
Although we’re waging wars,
It’s in our heads; we enjoy the cue.
We all feel indestructible when it counts the most,
Because they care it is in my hands,
I am responsible.
Have you ever felt power like this?
Because they don’t sell confidence, diligence,
Prey for all, the innocent.
Head full of smoke and mirrors can’t insight.
No longer self aware, it’s a fuel that I can’t ignite.
We all feel like we’ve lost ourselves when we’re shown the light.
It doesn’t matter who I tell, I am on my own.
Selfishness or assertiveness?
Because they don’t sell confidence, diligence,
Prey for all the innocent.
We all feel like we’ve lost ourselves when we’re shown the light.
We all feel like we’ve lost ourselves when we’re shown the light.
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Hand In Hand
04:27
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In the place of another day,
In the place of reality.
Transfixed without perspective,
Depression and obsession hand in hand.
Hooked on the feeling,
Trapped by a thought.
And it won’t go…
Is it pain I seek?
I can’t help highs and lows.
Doubt bruises the soul,
Hide and seek with shadows.
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