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Abeyant
02:29
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Things are not the same no matter how you look at it/ Everyone moves on seeming to forget/ I know you know/ I'd even let you know I know/ We've always been able to conduct symphonies/ With sticks/ And Fingers/ A dance with seamless rhythm/ From uncertain start/ To the dissonant now.
There's something wrong and I can't find what's been broke/ Cogs stopped/ Rust built its empire/ I wish I had all the right words to say but they have long lost their meaning.
Things are not the same no matter how you look at it/ Everyone moves on seeming to forget/ I know you know/ I'd even let you know I know/ We've always been able to conduct symphonies/ With sticks/ And Fingers/ A dance with seamless rhythm/ From uncertain start/ To the dissonant now.
How can you try with no goal in mind/ No solution in sight/ I felt nothing when you walked out the door/ And I haven't since/ I don't pretend anymore/ I don't lie to myself/ A father once is a father forever/ And a brother lost is a friend left in days, remembered/
But a father is all you will ever be/ And you've lost all that you've gained/ And I have never/ Felt more alive.
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Lay
04:09
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I have no need for closure/ But the more I lost the more I looked for/ The things you threw away and left unspoken/ I just want to know how you are and if things are better for you like they are for me?
Outstretched arms withholding/ A mothers embrace/ Things lost, and found and found and found and found/ A fraternal absence/ A childhood cannot be placed on hold.
Replacement and future deterrent/ A lack of involvement/ We spent years in emptier homes never meant for anyone/ Not for you, not for me.
We forget what made us the same, and when I look at you/ I don't know who you are/ Your bones show and your smile is weak/ There are things i miss and will miss and forget, and yet/ I keep telling myself/ It's not me who is holding on to it/ No its not, no its not/ It's every one else.
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Returning Home
02:31
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Jurisdiction
02:39
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Deep blue with a badge to match/ Just a gang out to make you lifeless.
Reformation resignation and separation/ The taste of air and returning home/ We cant let them cage us/ Oh how they hate so much.
Right from wrong means nothing to a blind man.
Reformation resignation and separation/ The taste of air and returning home/ We cant let them cage us/ Oh how they hate so much.
No one stands for the people anymore/ So stand for yourself
Black suits with greed to match/ Selfish people out to make you penniless/ Their sick obsession is a display/ Of power/ Self righteous magistrate/ adorned with discontent
No one stands for the people anymore/ So stand for yourself.
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