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She, was a dancer from an antique land.
A country born out of the sand.
A jewel worth keeping for my own,
A longing you have never known.
We used to meet in summertime,
Cicadas would chirp their endless tune.
I don’t think I paid attention to,
The passerby’s.
But I, was never one to go and quit.
On a broken hollow bodied shell,
A mind worth keeping for your own and a longing
You have never known.
But she, would always hide herself in mountains.
That we’d all like to live in.
With vile endless bits of wisdom we’re now.
She, wrote the new testaments.
And danced around the zaplock.
Learn everything that you are
And everything you’re not.
She, always thought we’d come again
And so she kept on dancing,
Brutally unaware of everything.
Three doors down from me,
There once lived a girl.
And funny enough,
We used to meet up each day.
And we talked and talked about everything
Wanted to learn.
She said,
“Why shouldn’t we always be this way?”
So we gathered up all the courage,
And now we have
No regrets.
She, was a dancer from an antique land.
A country born out of the sand.
A jewel worth keeping for my own,
A longing you have never known.
We used to meet in summertime,
Cicadas would chirp their endless tune.
I don’t think I paid attention to,
The passerby’s.
But I, was never one to go and quit.
On a broken hollow bodied shell,
A mind worth keeping for your own and
A soul left all on its own
But you, who hide herself in mountains.
That we’d all like to live in.
And everybody knows that we’re still living
For everything we know
But we, will never ever go and stay.
To the rumors those around us spill.
With vile endless bits of wisdom,
The heart began to spill.
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2. |
Let Sway With Your Soul
05:01
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Life’s such a bore,
In the end, what are we fighting for?
The world flashes by in black and white,
We’re living in a brand new world
That’s filled to the brim with menial strife.
So look around and you’ll see,
That our lives were never meant to be.
Something to put behind our minds,
In the end there’s nothing left for those,
Who try to find their very own way.
Nobody understands,
That the endless tides of time are.
Pulling us back from the brink even though,
Like to even think.
Of a way to try and get back home.
Countries in distress,
Their dreams are plagued by everyone.
Those who rely on them will find,
Not asking for a state of affairs,
In time, wills they all fade.
Our flows been disrupted,
By those who refuse to grow up.
Children will laugh at anything,
That they don’t truly understand.
Only to find themselves half alive.
So can you feel it now?
Pretending that nothing,
Has changed.
The days are getting heavier,
Life takes a toll any everyone.
Whose ever come across their
Way.
And, I don’t want a reason to go on
All I want is for today to end.
Therapeutic sessions in my head,
Let Sway With Your Soul
Until the end.
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3. |
Parade
03:22
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The spirits who,
Coexist on the other side
Have some,
Good news for everyone.
And anyone, who’s ever lost
Their way.
If you so desire,
You can jump in the procession.
And follow coast to coast.
And find yourself,
Lost in your way.
So jump in the parade!
Find yourself in the parade!
With second thoughts held in your pocket,
And everybody,
Wants to go the exact same way.
But I ‘m not sure if this
Is the right path for you.
Anyone and everyone is
Welcome to come along
If you do so choose I’ve
Got some good news for you.
So jump in the parade!
Find yourself in the Parade!
Well I guess it seems that I’ve
Lost myself and
I’m still all alone.
But times are going,
For the best for you.
And I don’t know how it feels to be,
Or if I’m still traveling on my own
But,
I’ve got some good news for you.
Jump in the parade!
Find yourself in the parade!
And with shadowed figures,
Don’t be afraid!
Jump in the parade!
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4. |
Happy Thoughts
05:12
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At the age of twelve,
I held hands for
The very, first time.
With a boy.
And he said to me,
Does this make us, the tiniest
Bit strange?
At the age of nine,
My parents gave me, some very
Important news.
It’s okay to love, everyone,
Just never let them know
That you do.
So as I grew up,
With my mind full of
Preinstalled fears,
Hopelessness and doubt.
I continued to move, on with myself
And never gave, life a second thought.
And, happy thoughts
Dance around.
My broken head,
And I find that numbers,
Go and dance to the light.
And, do you, even understand
Those, languages that you just cannot
Comprehend, but, I don’t think there’s such a thing
As wrong or a right.
So as I grew up
And went to different, places that all
Seemed to become red.
Imagine my, surprise at the fact that,
There was nobody who gave me a second look
So as I moved around,
From person to person and
Dwelled within their own,
Self-made dreams.
I found that it,
Was rather hard, to move onto
A new point of view.
And, happy thoughts
Dance around.
My broken head,
And I find that numbers,
Go and dance to the light.
And, do you, even understand
Those, languages that you just cannot
Comprehend, but, I don’t think there’s such a thing
As wrong or a right.
So keep thinking happy thoughts!
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I find, that in time,
Are you really one of them?
But I know, this for sure,
That I’m still going along.
Are you even there?
Are you really one of them?
Are you even there?
Left side, my brain,
Occupied only by you.
Right side, construction,
I’m going to start anew
Are you even there?
Are you really one of them?
Are you even there?
My secrets, to myself,
I keep them locked up alone.
But I’m going to move on,
I’m moving on that’s for sure.
Are you even there?
Are you really one of them?
Are you even there?
So save me from myself!
Why don’t you save me from myself?!
Leave your will at the door!
And save me from myself!
Have I said, this before?
I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.
But I’ll go, on moving,
Just for the end of our song.
Are you even there?
Are you really one of them?
Are you even there?
Once more, won’t be long,
Before I’m continuing.
Going forward, never looking
Back on the things that we’ve done.
Are you even there?
Are you really one of them?
Are you even there?
Blue moons, that convene,
For that the times that we knew of.
But I’m not sure if this,
Is what I’m going to do.
Are you even there?
Are you really one of them?
Are you even there?
So save me from myself!
Save me from myself!
Leave your will at the door!
And save me from myself
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