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Hourglass
03:42
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One day horizontally may or may not be destructive
Reverse down the road, that's how everything goes
Until something has got to give
All things aside, oh I could have died
When I lost the will to live
One year and all I can hear is the drumming of fingers
Not everyone stops just to hear a pin drop
But a rock is a heavy thing
All things aside, oh I could have cried when I lost the will to say
That this gem of mine had just started to shine as I watched it fall away
Find time in the spaces of an hourglass
And meet me where the last grain falls
One day horizontally may or may not be productive
Reverse down the road, that's how everything goes
Until something has got to give
Find time in the spaces of an hourglass
And meet me where the last grain falls
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Fix This Up
04:10
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You called and I came down
At the first sound
It’s tearing at the seams again
Let’s fix this up with stronger thread
One hundred degrees but cold on the inside
Are we dead or barely alive?
I could breathe you
I could see you
I could see you running away
and it was cold when you called my name
I called and no one came
I called and no one came
I called and there was no one around
But I stood up with my hands bound
One hundred degrees but cold on the inside
Are we dead or barely alive?
I could breathe you
I could see you
I could see you running away
and it was cold when you called my name
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People Without Names
04:12
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Between together or sever they chose
To find another place but would they make it on their own?
So unassured that none of them would say
They knew the where but didn’t know the way
The lands moved closer together for them
And the ocean turned to dust so they walked it in the end
And what they found were people without names
They couldn’t help but wonder what went on their graves
They couldn’t help but wonder what went on their graves
They found that they were the tallest in town
Declared themselves the leaders and that they won’t be pushed around
They looked for fear but didn’t find a trace
Upon the faces of the people without names
"Just who do you think you are?
A name is just a sound and it won’t get you very far
We know your hate is nothing without words
And you've strangest voices we have ever heard”
You’ve the strangest voices we have ever heard
You’ve the strangest voices we have ever heard
But it came down to what was in their wallets
Oh my god
How easily we fall
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Here are some words my dear
That a man like you should hear
What a beautiful thing you are
What a beautiful thing you are
Here are some words my dear
That a friend like you should hear
What a wonderful thing we have
What a wonderful thing we have
The world has never felt so big
And I want to know just what it is
That makes me complicate myself
Until I wish I was someone else
Here are some words my dear
That a love like you should hear
What a delicate thing we have
What a delicate thing we have
The world has never felt so big
And I want to know just what it is
That makes me complicate myself
Until I wish I was someone else
But then I wouldn’t be with you
And that’s not what I want to do
And when my mind is on the run
Then being me is not always fun
We will never have a perfect love
‘cause perfect is as perfect does
An artist’s work is never done
I will never sing a perfect song
I will never write a perfect line
And I won’t be perfectly in time
Just know this is an honest tune
And I’m honestly in love with you
Here are some words my dear
That a man like you should hear
What a delicate thing we have
What a delicate thing we have
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