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Lately
03:59
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you don't wanna be lonely,
you just wanna be free-
all the heartache you put her through,
while you were livin' the dream-
Lately, she won't even look at you-
you had your cake and ate it too,
now she's drifting away-
you weren't aware of the trouble,
you're not as smart as you think-
you always act like you own her,
you keep her love on a string-
Lately, she won't even look at you-
you had your cake and ate it too,
now she's drifting away-(x2)
you didn't wanna be lonely,
you should be happy you're free-
don't wanna hear what you're going through,
don't come cryin to me-
Lately, she won't even look at you-
you had your cake and ate it too,
now she's drifting away-(x2)
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2. |
Stand your ground
04:04
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life like an avalanche,
I dug out without a scratch,
my attitude in tact,
bring it on-
I tried bending to it's will,
no worse for wear and still,
I spat out the bitter bill,
shook it off-
push that boulder up the hill,
life won't drag me down,
cookies crumble, skies will fall,
chips come raining down,
stand your ground-
I get caught up in the grind,
refuse to lose my mind,
I left all that shit behind,
is that all you got-
I'll knock your hurdles down,
you won't get me turned around,
I don't wanna hear the sound of spinning wheels-
push that boulder up the hill,
life won't drag me down,
cookies crumble, skies will fall,
chips come raining down,
stand your ground-
sometimes I slip, I refuse to fall...refuse to fall-
push that boulder up the hill,
life won't drag me down,
cookies crumble, skies will fall,
chips come raining down,
stand your ground-
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3. |
Time gets away
04:36
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young girl on skates in a picture,
I look for me in her eyes,
short walk through time and she's thirty,
when I finally arrive-
Cartwheeling the yard in a memory,
on the fourth of july,
time flies and the memories are fading,
but they'll never die-
Time gets away,
and we never say goodbye, like it's never going to end-
time gets away,
and we wonder where it goes, when we think of where we've been-
I see that youth is wasted on the young-
the ups and downs, hills and valleys,
made her strong,
not lost on me when the tally,
was passed along-
Time gets away,
and we never say goodbye, like it's never going to end-
time gets away,
and we wonder where it goes, when we think of where we've been-
I see that youth is wasted on the young-
the sand is falling, no stalling, no breaks-
the memories call on you, begging at the gate-
laugh lines and gray in a picture,
love in her hands,
life heaped it on in a hurry,
while she was making plans-
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4. |
Let it fly
04:04
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holding everything down, you feel your weight,
wishing you were heavy,
to keep it down-
they can hear you a million miles away,
dragging ball and chaining,
worry down-
let it fly,
you can be grounded when you're dead,
let it fly,
remember what I said-
lighten up your head,
and let it fly-
you're hoping gravity keeps you on the ground,
concrete shoes and anchors,
so saturnine-
leave a deeper impression where you go,
drag your latest problem,
not far behind-.
let it fly,
you can be grounded when you're dead,
let it fly,
remember what I said-
lighten up your head,
and let it fly-
leave the ground, fly around in a lucid dream,
white knuckle with your worry, even when you sleep,
let it fly-
holding everything down, you feel your weight,
wishing you were heavy,
to keep it down-
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5. |
Shine your light
04:20
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why do we walk around in my head,
why don't we walk around yours instead,
pick up a trail of questions there's no answers to-
you should know that what's mine is yours,
but there's a reason I lock those doors,
banana peels and greased up floors to wander through-
you make my head feel strange,
all the furniture rearranged,
shine your light, where you like-
you read between the lines on my face,
not many have seen this place,
most vanish without a trace just short of here-
open the windows in an empty room,
stand in the middle with a pail and broom,
check every corner and wonder why there's nothing there-
you make my head feel strange,
all the furniture rearranged,
shine your light, where you like-
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6. |
The way it seems
04:37
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you can wring your hands when the kids hit bottom,
funny thing is they remember what we taught 'em,
that a brand new gadget's like a genie in a bottle,
access to everything from porn to aristotle-
a world of information for the sister and the brother,
sad thing is they don't talk to each other,
five feet away and not a word is said,
a digital reality humming in their heads-
that's the way it seems,
I don't have to like it......like it-
remote in your hand, they follow your lead,
phone in the other, stay connected to the feed,
reduce it all to an updated status,
download everything 'till nothing really matters-
hey kids nevermind your education,
it's all right here for your instant gratification,
get the fake tan people and the digital bots,
media darlings with their hands on your crotch-
that's the way it seems,
I don't have to like it......like it-
when you come around, turn it off or turn it down-
read the privacy policy, careful what you say,
they'll be phishing for your digits when you look the other way,
I hate to sound like the harbinger of doom,
but I doubt you're alone when you're alone in your room-
that's the way it seems,
I don't have to like it......like it-
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7. |
Walk away
05:31
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daylight breaks, wide awake again,
alarm clock takes another tumble to the floor-
drag your tangle to the bathroom mirror,
tell yourself you don't know you anymore-
bloodshot miles for sale-
you can have your money, you can chase your tail,
eat your cake and watch the bread go stale or...
walk away, just walk away-
take your place in the conference room,
looking half dead in the corporate gloom again-
monotone buzz about the bottom line,
sketch paradise with an absent minded pen-
whatever gets you there-
you can have your money, you can chase your tail,
eat your cake and watch the bread go stale or...
walk away, just walk away-
you can add those numbers but they still feel wrong,
the well ran dry 'cause you stayed to long...
walk away, just walk away-
why'd it take this long,
to figure out what's wrong-
you climb that ladder like they told you to,
feels like you're climbing up the gallows to the noose-
one more year, another zero there,
money means happy so the monkeys follow suit-
banana peels and graves....
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8. |
Can't bring you home
05:52
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they remember when the clock stopped turning,
they heard the news that you're not there,
you slipped away from a godless world like no one cared-
hear them talking to your apparition,
they don't feel you're far away,
they never thought you'd leave them all behind this way-
the world you left behind seems restless,
so many days have come and gone,
but it never stops moving, it goes on and on-
they dream they see you in tall grass oceans,
wind pushing the waves around,
it was only their wishful thinking calling you down-
they're calling you home,
they can't let go, so they still look for you-
they're calling you home,
they wait for you, hoping you're turning back,
but you're long gone-
someday they'll let go of it,
your moving picture on the edge of sleep,
giving up on a ghostly memory, and set it free-
they hear the words and rarely listen,
they have to focus on the here and now,
deep down they know you're right but don't know how-
they're calling you home,
they can't let go, so they still look for you-
they're calling you home,
they wait for you, hoping you're turning back,
but you're long gone-
so you come to them, ease their pain,
let them know, you're okay-
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9. |
True
06:32
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Rise with me,
lingering in the trees,
shifting your shape again,
move away from the ghost in your skin-
the grace you find,
loosed from your need of time,
shedding your troubled mind,
you know in a moment-
what's true, never alone with us, now you know what's
true, keep you aloft with us,
you always knew, born in you to look,
reach for the curtain and pull-
fall with us,
out into nothingness,
feel the familiar here,
where you really feel nothing at all-
you know it's there,
missing and everywhere,
questions will hover here,
the answer comes clear and-
true, never alone with us, now you know what's
true, keep you aloft with us,
you always knew, born in you to look,
reach for the curtain and pull-
just for a moment you feel you could-
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10. |
Message to the king
03:27
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you don't know about us,
it won't be televised-
walk away and wake up,
from the left and right-
send a message to the king,
as the kingdom bleeds,
so shall the kings-
send a message to the king,
what the kingdom needs,
is a real king-
we start the party tonight,
with no parties here-
messenger is ready to die,
we are volunteer-
send a message to the king,
as the kingdom bleeds,
so shall the kings-
send a message to the king,
what the kingdom needs,
is a real king-
shadow men and vatican,
your gold is only fool's gold now-
you don't know about us,
it won't be televised-
walk away and wake up,
from the left and right-
send a message to the king,
as the kingdom bleeds,
so shall the kings-
send a message to the king,
what the kingdom needs,
is a real king-
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mac charles Seattle, Washington
Singer/songwriter from the pacific northwest.
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