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Veronica
03:39
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Poor, Poor Veronica
She was pacing in the glow of the fire
Her hair pulled back, ferociously thinking
Reminded of the days sorely passed.
Poor, Poor Veronica
Lost in the mire of her past
She missed her cue, but the people continued
Left her with nothing at all.
She lost her way in the Mississippi
Never found her way back
She lost her way in the wall of waters
And the people turned their backs
Dear, Dear Veronica
Is it true you've wandered far from home?
Is it true you've lost your way?
Led down a trail of molded faith.
Dear, Dear Veronica,
She was stripped to a numbered paper doll and
Chained to a massive reaction
And poked and prodded, and pushed and shifted,
Another grain of sand sifted.
She lost her way on the Mississippi
Never found her way back
She lost her way in the wall of waters and the
people turned their backs.
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Sunkissed
04:01
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On one very magic night
No one else in sight
The crackling fire burned so so bright
Eyes glinting in the flickering light.
Glasses filled to the brim
Laughter spilling down our chins
Piney smoke, the sound of violins
Yes a wrinkle in time, so sublime,
Yes a wrinkle in time
Warmth still rising from our sun-kissed skin
Yes the rain of the ash and the autumn leaves
the heat of the fire and the cooling breeze
Yes a wrinkle in time
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Rooftop
03:47
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I love to sit way up high where I can level with the sky
And stare at passers-by without them lifting an eye
I love to sit up in the clouds where no one is around
And listen for the music to set me free
But there are no children laughing up in the clouds
No tragedies, no timid smiles
But miles and miles for my mind to run wild
So I forget about gravity and climb the walls to liberty
And listen for the wisdom of the song
But there are no children laughing up in the clouds
No tragedies, no timid smiles
But miles and miles for my mind to run wild
Wild and free, for my mind to run wilds and free
Runnin', catching'
Wild and free
It's the song that I will not hear 'til life has been lived and death is near
Wild and free, in liberty
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4. |
Never Knew
04:12
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Stood along the station wall
Awaiting your arrival
Heartbeat racing the screeching train
Running blind down the rusted tracks
Didn't show up, didn't get off the train,
But I kept waiting in the rain
Never left a note, never complained
So I waited in vain
I searched and searched for you every day
Though you didn't really want to be found
Tried to offer some peace of mind
But you stole it when I was blind
Never really knew her, never knew her
How could I have known her
Never knew her, never knew her
How could I have known her but I've always loved her
Never found her place never left that road,
Always runnin', always movin',
Never got a better picture of the world
Than the one you found on those tracks
Never really knew her, never knew her
How could I have known her
Never knew her, never knew her
How could I have known her but I've always loved her
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Centrifuge
03:25
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Everything was set, it was so so simple
I was over here, and you were over there
Swift changes in the air
The wind was blowing, your lush brown hair
The moon caught your eye and I caught the moon
I got a glimpse of the Universe
Revolving 'round you
I got trapped in your centrifuge
But I didn't want to leave
Was a place I'd never be except in fantasy
I gravitated towards you through the song
But I never ever thought it could feel so wrong
Swift changes in the air
But it never even happened, never been resolved
And now I'm left wondering
How it could ever be absolved
It was a place I'd never be except in fantasy
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Waiting
03:16
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Is it sad, is it wrong
Seeking refuge in explanation
Is is sick, is it fine,
waiting for a revelation
Is it mellow, is it strong
Wading through the murky silence
Is it loyalty, is it faith
Is it reticent dignity
Waiting, waiting
Don't come on too strong
Running, running, hurry up
Before the moment's gone
Is it weakness, is it bravery,
Raising sail when the air is still
Is it foolish, is it brilliant
A potted plastic plant in the windowsill
Waiting, waiting
Don't come on too strong
Running, running, running
Before the moment's gone
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Mad Woman
05:04
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Shut off the engine, she parked her car
Heals clicking hard on the brand new tar
Elegant even when she swelled with fury
Hips swingin', hair flippin', in no hurry
She was a mad woman, didn't let no one forget
She was a mad woman, never felt no regret
Knock on the door and count to three
One, two, three you think you're ready for me, baby?
I ain't here to play your games
Better open up 'fore your house goes up in flames
She was a mad woman, didn't let no one forget
She was a mad woman, never felt no regret
Knock, knock, knock, he opened up the door
He said wait, wait, wait I just got a new floor
But she lit up a match with a smile on her face,
Said baby don't you worry, I won't leave a trace
She was a mad woman, didn't let no one forget
She was a mad woman, never felt no regret
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Color
04:06
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Transparent clouds float about the sky
Golden tapestry of changing leaves
Their resistance to fall, but to stay and persuade
The child to float away in color
A paintbrush in hand, the child stood tall
And plunged the bristles in red
And danced on the canvas with a delicate step
He would paint until his soul was fed
He spoke his own language
And sang in his head
He would paint in his rages
And cry when the sun would shine
A paintbrush in hand, the child stood tall
And plunged the bristles in red
And danced on the canvas, with a delicate step
He would paint until his soul was fed
Float away in color
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Sparrow
03:36
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I think it's kind of interesting and a little bit strange
How easy it's become to see that people do not change
Those of us who try, we often wake up in the mornings and we cry
Because all we see is our reflection
In the mirrors of the past, in those moments that flew by so fast
And on the wings of the sparrow, but the moment never lasts
And the shadow has already been cast
We try, to alter our perception
How will we know if it's deception
Where is the line?
Our tears will draw it in the sand, cry
So drop the superstitions, crush the mirrors into grains of sand
And hope the pain won't last and that your friends will understand
Floating on the wings of a sparrow, become the moment's flying high
The past is just a pinpoint not an arrow
And our tears will make the ocean
We try, to alter our perception
How will we know if it's deception
Where is the line?
Our tears will draw it in the sand
Floating on the wings of a sparrow, our tears will make the oceans
Floating on the wings
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10. |
Up Up and Away
05:04
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I need a fresh new drink and a haircut to match, I think
Burn it down, shave it clean, get me out of this dream
I think I fooled around just a little too much
Got my heartstrings tangled, got my crutches clutched
Give me just another day,
I will be ready to take it up up and away
Drinkin' scotch straight from the bottle
I say smoke it away, that's my new motto
I tried to make a point to keep it business baby
You say, this IS our business baby
Give me just another day,
I will be ready to take it up up and away
I may have become just a little bit too comfortable
I may have become just a little bit too adaptable
Je ne pouvais plus pensée, ne pouvais plus parlé
Tout le monde m'écouté mais rien ne sorté
But today I will wake up
Wake up, Wake up, wake up
Give me just another day,
I will be ready to take it up up and away
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