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Whispered from my heart and soul to my unwilling eyes
Lift my vision from the ground lift it to the sky Skies they used to be so ugly rain that tings my face Opens up their glory just earth and sky and space And your passionate embraces absolve me of my sin Your life lifts me up so I can see see the sky again And I've lived through all the flash fire set off like lightning spark Yes they burn so brightly and oh they burn so hot And these fantasies of all our love tearing at the ground Wrapped up in the vortex of sweat and sex and sound And your passionate embraces absolve me of my sin Your life lifts me up so I can see, see the sky again Hide me from the love I'm too scared to send Hide me 'til I see the sky again And your passionate embraces absolve me of my sin Your life lifts me up so I can see, see the sky again. |
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| 2. |
| 4:22 |
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I'm holding my last breath
It's burning in my lungs Clenching up my eyes Bloody up my tongue For the words that might escape Are ringing in my ears Grinds me to a pulp Grind me in the gears My frozen spirit aches I slip another day Start to lose my grip Find another way For the life that might escape Has been echoing for years Grinds me to a pulp Grind me in the gears I've seen all the faces They mirror me And I've felt the tearing — tearing of the teeth I've given up my ghosts Barely breathe your name Offer up myself Pray you'll do the same For the love that might escape Well that's the biggest fear Grinds me to a pulp Grinds me in the gears |
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| 3. |
| 4:29 |
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Pacing gently summer wind
The king stares softly to the sky Will he ever see his home again Deep from his heart he starts to cry As his songs hit the air and young hearts are awake Soon they join the chorus sharing all his ache There's a lifetime out there somewhere. Somewhere in the dark And summer's on the lions song Sung from Cleveland Park And the high school kids ignore it they have their own tune They're just showing off the speakers in their ride I know what I'm sayin? I grew up too soon And youth goes hand in hand with foolish pride As their song hits the air and young hearts start to break The lions join in the chorus sharing all their ache There's a lifetime out there somewhere. Somewhere in the dark And summer's on, the lions song Sung from Cleveland Park In Cleveland Park trees breathe a sigh of all the summers gone Skeletons in wintertime, they sing the lions song There's a lifetime out there somewhere. Somewhere in the dark And summer's on, the lions song Sung from Cleveland Park |
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| 4. |
| 4:27 |
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The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky Never revealing their depth Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above [Chorus:] I'll Be your cryin' shoulder I'll Be love suicide I'll Be better when I'm older I'll Be the greatest fan of your life Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're My Survival, You're My Living Proof My love is alive and not dead Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above I'll Be your cryin' shoulder I'll Be love suicide I'll Be better when I'm older I'll Be the greatest fan of your life I've dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead Tuned in, turned on, remembered the things you said I'll Be your cryin' shoulder I'll Be love suicide I'll Be better when I'm older I'll Be the greatest fan of your life |
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| 5. |
| 4:14 |
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I'm A hack driver in New York City
I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive I'm a dressmaker in Louisiana Stick my finger ain't that a shame People come to haggle and paw on my artwork But no two of my dresses are ever the same How strange it seems to be me If tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be I'm the house man at a place called the exit The last band I heard bored me to tears But every so often I hear one that moves me Love for the music is what keeps me here How strange it seems to be me I f tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be I'm a rich man I ain't talking 'bout money I'm blues singer at the Eight by Ten You go out searching for some grand tomorrow Don't worry 'bout me just drop by now and then How strange it seems to be me I f tomorrow I opened my eyes And found myself somewhere else I wonder who I'd be |
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| 6. |
| 5:30 |
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The Rhythm Of Life The rhythm of life Is not so demanding as some caught in narrows would say Fragile as ships as we pass through Gibraltar The sirens have long given way Dark as the murky graveyard of sailors Whispering secrets told in the crashing waves The beating of hearts Set walls to trembling the power of silence persuades The stumbling feet Stagger predestined we all end up wild eyed and crazed And from the madness most jaded of vision Reflections of horror invade Running and falling relinquish your venom The antidote surely will cause your affliction to fade How little we know of what we are blessed with Our shimmering island it turns How little we look at what we see clearly Of tragedy's lessons not learned Sleeping through classes we'll make it up later There's still so much time left to go Misguided roses we bloom in October Emerging triumphant in time for the season's first snow |
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| 5:08 |
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Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams
Live my lonely worn out seam Stitches weary and the scars they leave I'm the only one deceived Please stand clear from the blast As I purge demons from my past Don't aspire to relieve Do your worst and Punish Me So I run fast I can Die tomorrow half a man Finish the story she said to me I can't sit here and watch you bleed Please stand clear from the blast As I purge demons from my past Don't aspire to relieve Do your worst and Punish Me Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreams Live my lonely worn out seam Stitches weary and the scars they leave I'm the only one deceived Please stand clear from the blast As I purge demons from my past Don't aspire to relieve Do your worst and Punish Me |
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| 8. |
| 4:15 |
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Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings
Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing Are we caught up in our anger, locked up in our rage In the opera of selection on this our earthly stage And charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind Are we destined to be darwin's children this time The ribbons of our cigarettes vanish in the ai Rin the glow of our great teacher we sit and blankly stare And the sky could open up and what would we have to say Something cute about burning out, better than fading away And charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind Are we destined to be darwin's children this time On the wings of invention now we hurdle toward our fate As sure as the sunset burns Collective resignation, evolutionary fate When will we ever learn And charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind Are we destined to be darwin's children this time |
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| 4:16 |
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I pull me boots off throw my weapons on the floor.
Cry my eyes out in my private little war. Well it seems I've been a soldier heaven knows I've been no saint. In my camouflage and armor cold heart and grease paint. To you this has no meaning the Armistice laid down. The armies all are quiet and the guns don't make a sound 멌ause you melted the steel walls tore down the barbed wire Filled in the trenches, demanded a cease fire And now you're leaving, there's nothing I can do I want you know you're gonna take me with you Well now three on a match is suicide in the foxhole of my mind And way off in the distance air raid sirens whine And they sing your song of rescue to my tattered worn out shell You drag me to your safety from this my front line hell The blood that was spilled in heartache before Left road maps of scars that I never could ignore Chorus |
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| 3:51 | 
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| 11. |
| 5:19 |
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Have you given up on passion living day to day
You keep your dreams locked down inside Choking on a lifetime of never take a chance DON'T WAKE UP ONE DAY WISHING YOU TRIED It ain't about the money, it ain't about the time It ain't about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind It ain't about the losing streak, makes you feel like you're falling apart What matters is your heart Let's forget about the notion that we're not the same My blood runs as red as yours We all get angry, we've all been scared We've all made big mistakes that can never be repaired It ain't about the money, it ain't about the time It ain't about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind It ain't about the losing streak, makes you feel like you're falling apart What matters is your heart Look me in the eye and take my hand We can make a difference We can make a difference I know we can Have you given up on passion living day to day You keep your dreams locked down inside Choking on a lifetime of never take a chance DON'T WAKE UP ONE DAY WISHING YOU TRIED It ain't about the money, it ain't about the time It ain't about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind It ain't about the losing streak, makes you feel like you're falling apart What matters is your heart |
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| 5:45 |
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Midnight in the Holy City
playground for restless souls Graveyards for the sons of Ft. Sumpter And the ghostly daughters Wait for their boys to come home Moonlight in the Holy City So thick it warms the air Burned my heart on a sweet southern flame Like a hug from your mama saying it will be OK Spilt my blood, in the Holy City Seen the flood of a thousand rains I ran away from the Holy City Heard the spirits in the steeple singing you'll be back again Sunrise in the Holy City The kings and queens shuffle by I'm born here of my own ashes Just lay me down here when I die Spilt my blood, in the Holy City Seen the flood of a thousand rains I ran away from the Holy City Heard the spirits in the steeple singing you'll be back again I've seen visions Lord I've seen visions Hanging in the summer sky I fell in love, lost my heart Laughed until I cried |
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| 6:09 |
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