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Wait till the end
02:55
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I remember when I was four
We watched a Noir
I found it a bore - wanting colour
You gave your famous line - now I pass it on
Wait till the end
Wait till the end
I remember eighteen
We watched a scene
From “Good Will Hunting”
“-He stole my line”
Taught me with stories
And now we apply
Wait till the end
Wait till the end
Here I am falling
The next hero’s calling
In disguise
Now that I hold your hand and it’s cold
I’ll let your shadow land and cast in my dreams
I’ll pass on the scenes you taught to me
Wait till the end
Wait till the end
Wait till the end
Wait till the end
My friend.
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I come alive
03:15
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Nothing means everything
Trapped in free will
I come alive with death in me
Nowhere to go
But everywhere
Find the way to the will
I come alive with death in me
Confined here forever with these words
So I'll drink to defeat
Blow smoke through
A need to want, a want to need, the feeling freed, to be seen!
I come alive with death in me
Confined here forever with these words.
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3. |
Now that winter's here
04:24
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Borrowed words robbed from summer
Layed on the hearth to sift and burn
The glassy view wreathed with dew
The last leaves fade now that winter’s here
Fall be kind - Spring impending
Another’s come and gone
Summer to Autumn - Seasons change
And now winter’s here
Earth’s hasty charms are lost on me
In a distant memory summer’s beauty flee’s
The crystal floor flashes a diamonds greed
Branches bare now that winter’s here
Fall be kind - Spring impending
Another’s come and gone
Summer to Autumn - Seasons change
And now winter’s here
The icy barriers that guard the cold
They rob the blossoms bare
I pray it won’t be long
But what does nature care?
Fall be kind - Spring impending
Another’s come and gone
Summer to Autumn - Seasons change
And now winter’s here...
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The fouls of the filth
The moon waxes blood
The wolves howl out in night
The fish fight the flood
All except for me
I except my fate
I wait for it to come for me
The lamb wanders off
The flock loses one
The wolves howl out in night
They’ll feast again
And it shall be
Accept my fate
I wait for it to come for me
Life is but a dream
The greatest pain to live
A phantom lurks in limb
The story is the gift
And it shall be
I except my fate
I wait for it to come for me
I wait for it to come for me
I wait for it to come for me
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5. |
Letting loss
03:31
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Take me away somewhere beyond reach
To listen to the sun, moon, and the ocean preach
Possess my soul with a prayers poison
Gone but coming back in time for holding on
Everywhere I’m going just seems out of reach
Everywhere I’m going was made for learning to teach
I’m letting loss
Float on
Obscured by the dream that sure isn’t sure
Addicted to dependence where there is no cure
Hardened by a mind set free
Absorbed by the thought that you’d never leave
Everywhere I’m going just seems out of reach
Everywhere I’m going was made for learning to teach
I’m letting loss
Float on
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