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Sing This Song
02:34
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Every time I sing that song
Every time I sing that song (alone)
Every time I sing that song
It reveals something (its true)
Every time I sing for you
Every time I sing for you (I see)
Every time I sing for you
Something about me
Every time you sing along
Every time you sing along (I know)
Every time you sing along
Every time you sing along (feel that thing inside of me it shows)
Every time you sing along
I can feel it (it grows)
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All my friends are ugly, it was said to me.
Dirty and smelly and funny to see.
All my friends are ugly.
Dressed like children loved by no one.
Ankles all dirty like they're running through mud.
Someone snickers.
It's hard to argue. Anyone can see.
There's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing to see.
Except for their eyes. They're alive.
What do I see when I look in their eyes?
Everyone is so beautiful here, pleasant to see.
Done up so perfect meticulously.
Like a magazine.
Morbidly fit and impossibly clean.
Isn't this how people are supposed to be?
Something's missing.
Try to make a connection in a way I can see.
I look in their eyes and what do I see?
It's a lie. Look in their eyes.
What do I see when I look in their eyes?
I see the wall, the wall, the wall.....
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Interrobang
03:32
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We have cried. The gods were silent.
We have trusted and been betrayed.
We have loved. The fruit was ashes.
We have given. The gift was weighed
I've been learning sometimes things don't work out.
We know the heavens are empty.
That friendship and love are names
That truth's an ashen cinder.
The end of life's burnt out flames.
Nothing means anything. Who cares? Let's dance!
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Fire
03:26
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I'll hand you a shovel so you can dig. You might find something good or ill. But if inspiration doesn't shed it's pretty light on you at least you have a hole to fill.
Give me a flame and a glass to spill. We can burn these bridges we never built.
You're like a paper bag: frail, weak and thin. You surround beauty of substance. When those things fly away and the wind does come, you'll float away to the fire and burn.
Give me a flame and a glass to spill. We can burn these bridges we never built.
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The Whippoorwill
04:00
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Lived in a house on a high lonesome hill. Crowed by day. At night the whippoorwill. Lived in a house on a high lonesome hill. Crowed by day. At night the whippoorwill.
I've been. I was. I am. Never. Never satisfied.
Going to town with my hat caved in. Coming back home with my pockets full of gin. Going to town with my hat caved in. Coming back home with my pockets full of gin.
I've been. I was. I am. Never. Never satisfied.
You're my baby. You're the one. Wrap your arms around me like the circles around the sun.You're my baby. You're the one. Wrap your arms around me like the circles around the sun.
I've been. I was. I am. Never. Never satisfied.
Little red hen said to little red rooster, "You sure don't come around the hen house like you used to."Little red hen said to little red rooster, "You sure don't come around the hen house like you used to."
Little red rooster said to little red hen, "After we've been lovers can we really just be friends?"Little red rooster said to little red hen, "After we've been lovers can we really just be friends?"
I've been. I was. I am. Never. Never satisfied.
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Ryan's Song
01:35
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The teacher said "You put those love notes away." Threatened to keep us after class. You turned to me with a grin and said "I don't know what kind of trouble we'll be in". Long as we knew we had each other, it mattered what they thought.
I couldn't lie. I said good bye and wished I did something more. I don't know why I said good bye, but things couldn't like they were before.
And when spring came you were at my door, taunting me. You begged to know when I could play. we spent hours making melodies, parodies, metaphors to pass the day. Hid in the closet and we whispered secrets no one would ever know.
But I couldn't lie. I said good bye and wished I did something more. I don't know why I said good bye, but things couldn't like they were before.
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The Sun
04:03
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We thought we'd never look back. Tempting life, we jumped off one by one. We fell into darkness for life. We had no choice, tortured and alive. We were building towers. They fell apart like magnolia flowers.
We were waiting for the sun. We did not anticipate the rain. Waiting all night for dawn. We only found it all gone.
Some robbed the golden chest for far too long. Others disappointed to death and to others nothing went wrong. We left the fruit we picked to rot and in drink forgot the sun.
All things die. All things die. Everything dies. All things. Everything must be born.
We were waiting for the sun. We did not anticipate the rain. Waiting all night for dawn. We only found it all gone.
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