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Drift
01:54
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We were boats full of sin.
On the same troubled waters we sailed.
With our backs to the wind,
always pressing forward on.
Am I awake, am I alive, and am I whole?
We find such comfort in the stories been told, but
if ignorance is bliss, then bliss i've never know.
But you say that I am not the only one
who doesn't feel alive, sometimes.
But if life is just a dream,
then I'm so lucky to have dreamt it
with you.
Take these words you wrote that read I love you back.
They're day old memories
of a time when that's all that I dreamt of hearing.
And as our aging bones continue to decay
and our minds collapse,
maybe then will our love relapse.
But you say that I am not the only one
who doesn't feel alive, sometimes.
But if life is just a dream,
then I'm so lucky to have dreamt it
with you.
And merrily, merrily, we will all move along.
And merrily, merrily, we will continue on the same.
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Suture
03:45
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As timeless as we were,
the years still passed in between our spoken words
that hung in the air for what seemed like forever.
Talk about our fears
and the hopes we have for future days
ahead of us.
We face these things head on together.
And I swear you watched you grow up in that place.
But I would never write a single broken word about you.
And if I ever did, you know that I'd be lying to myself.
It's a fine, fine line we walk between love and hate.
The stitching across my back
is the patter that you've sewn in my flesh for several years.
Cut the final thread.
Let's see if I come undone.
And if by chance I keep these weary limbs composed.
Tied to my lungs, anchor heart away from sleeve.
I'll truly know what it's like to be content with my life.
And I swear you watched you grow up in that place.
But I would never write a single broken word about you.
And if I ever did, you know that I'd be lying to myself.
It's a fine, fine line we walk between love and hate.
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I found God, three feet above the floor
with rope around his neck.
Through tired eyes and heavy breaths.
"This is not how I planned it to be,"
I was lost, but I think that we all are.
Alone and scared, we search for a meaning.
And once while I was searching through doors seldom open,
I found God.
Three feet above the floor,
with rope around his neck was.
And he said "Son,
do what makes you feel alive
until it makes you feel dead".
So feel every note that I sing tear into my back.
I found God.
In a moment of weakness he said
"Do what you love,
because everything is meaningless."
I found God through doors seldom open.
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Ghost of Summers Passed
05:23
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Take that first step.
Feel each weight
of every callus that you've claimed
from every jagged rock you've stepped on.
And when each step gets hard to take,
the Earth below us keeps on spinning just the same.
Breaks you down like the dust that we came from
(That sits upon the shelf)
If we only knew and if we only cared enough.
When you talked about that hole inside your chest,
we've adopted yours, but bigger.
Bleed these memories of simpler times dry.
When you found yourself alone in your head,
how I wish we could've been there.
That's what happens when you put enough poison in your veins.
Oh, how I wish we could've stayed.
Bound to your skin and bones are aging chains.
You wear them draped around your neck,
and they grow only longer.
And with each link, more heavy than the last, we sink
into the stubborn Earth below.
Breaks you down, like the dust that we came from
(That sits upon the shelf)
And if we only knew, and if we only cared enough.
When you talked about that hole inside your chest,
we've adopted yours, but bigger.
Bleed these memories of simpler times dry.
When you found yourself alone in your head,
how I wish we could've been there.
That's what happens when you put enough poison in your veins, man.
Oh how I wish we could've stayed just one more summer in that place.
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Teach Me To Waltz
05:43
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Close your eyes, we'll think in the morning.
Count up your sheep and count up your blessings.
The blade of life cuts close to the heart when you're all alone.
The hands of time will suture your wounds, this I know.
Wake to daylight and people that love you.
Step by step by, it feels like you're sleeping.
The blade of life cuts close to the hear when you're all alone.
The hands of time will suture your wounds, this I know.
Wake up.
Teach us to waltz through life when we're low.
Close your
eyes just for now, but we need you here most.
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Satron Paint Samuel San Francisco, California
Just a guy making music.
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