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The words flow, decisions made |
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Idea's mine, but the inspiration not |
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Dreams of hangers on, dreams of getting well |
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Spells of ezmerelda, emeralds foretold |
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Splinters in the eye sentiments remain |
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Bones that never rest where we going to |
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It was never up to me and yet I pushed until it broke |
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I love the open road and all that it suggests |
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Wheel wagon dust weeds and infidelities and |
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Always for a love never question why |
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In a wooden house immoveable and silent and |
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Drinking strawberry wine forever lost in town |
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And thru the sleeping streets night bound and heavy |
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Wheels in the spoke still spoken for himself |
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Now my gates are high, my friends even higher |
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Forgotten in my mind, yet the sky still linger and |
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Cloud the blue skies, I'm jealous of you birds |
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Was the only truth in a world full of words? |
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Hear the prairie sound in a friend called near |
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The heart is pointed down but my spirit pointed up |
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His voice for siren of greek mythology |
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I pause with my pen I begin to defend |
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Every action taken, every moment sealed |
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When I was quick it coursed through open veins |
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The will to live the urgency to move |
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Behind a panel door sealing cherry stain |
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I play my guitar and live those lonesome notes |
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Like a dog that's down |
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In a corner just a sigh |
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Waiting to be called |
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Waiting to be yours |
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Ghosts of all my shame |
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Without purpose or will |
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I often speak of you but the you is always me |
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Cause when I speak of me it's me I ask of you |
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So let there be no truth just trickery in rhymes |
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Time the only thing waiting still as death |
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I hope for resolution pray one defining moment |
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Pause without restrain barren without child |
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A child is who I was a child is who I'll die |
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Soot in my hair |
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And stars in my hands |
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Soot in my hair |
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And stars in my hands |
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Soot in my hair |
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And stars in my hands |
