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Rust Away
03:35
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The clock keeps tickin'
As you're stuck tripping
Over thoughts
That spin in haste
As you try to put in order
The steps you haven't taken
Scattered across time and space
But don't let it get you down.
One day I'm sure this will all make sense
Though fate seems to have abandoned you
I'm sure this will all make sense
So you gotta keep your head up
You're too far now to give up
You're just trying to make it pay
Waiting for a moment to shimmer
in the darkness
Just to flicker and rust away
But don't let it get you down,
One day you'll look back without regret
The pieces will come together and
You'll see how it all made perfect sense
So don't let it get you down
It's all just a game of lost and found
Shipwrecks and debris just waiting to
Come aground
It happened for a reason,
Ya I feel like believin'
In some other worldly plan
An order to the chaos,
To elaborately dismay us,
The work of some godly hand
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2. |
Far From Spring
05:46
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The sunlight's drifting out of sight,
As I stand in my wooden box,
my little wooden box I call my home
And though we're far from spring
I still hear the birdies sing
They don't seem to worry about the season,
They don't need no rhyme or reason
They just like to sing
They don't worry about the season,
They don't need no rhyme or reason,
Just to sing
And a kind voice told me that
I have no choice
But to do my best with the hand dealt to me,
Let my colours come flowing through me,
Just like in a dream
do my best with the hand dealt to me,
Let my colours come flowing through,
Into this dream
So I'm gonna live my life,
I ain't gonna let my courage get snuffed out
The monsters in the room are nothing but,
Flickering shadows,
Won't let'em keep me up at night
Well the sunlight's drifting out of sight,
As I stand in my wooden box,
my little wooden box I call my home
And though we're far from spring
I still hear the birdies sing
They don't seem to worry about the season,
They don't need no rhyme or reason
They just like to sing
They don't worry about the season,
They don't need no rhyme or reason,
Just to sing
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3. |
Shine On
04:46
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You speak in absolutes, leave nothing left to find
No shades of grey between your black and white straight lines
With automatic thoughts that state you shouldn't even try
Which leads you to commit your feeble fenced-in crimes
But your heart can feel more than just
the weight of the world
More than the heavy hands of this iron land,
and its manufactured pearls
And your eyes can
see further than
the veil of the clouds
And through the raindrops
and your blind-spots
You can see the sun shine,
So shine on
You speak in absolutes, but it's beginning to feel like lies,
A seed of doubt has grown and you're beginning to see
The light shining through the cracks
And you can feel more than just
the weight of the world
More than the heavy hands of this iron land,
and its manufactured pearls
And your eyes can
see further than
the veil of the clouds
And through the raindrops
and your blind-spots
You can see the sun shine,
So shine on
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4. |
Oil and Sparks
03:20
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I'd like to fill your heart
With oil and sparks
Let fireworks explode
When we come close
But your wild heart
Won't be controlled
Won't yield to prediction
Can't be bought or sold
And dismayed as I am
I think it's rather grand
That your heart should be your own
And free to grow
Bless your wild heart
That won't be controlled
That won't yield to prediction
That can't be bought or sold
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