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The Words
02:49
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It's easier to watch someone else live out your dreams
instead of waking up just to do the same.
There is a comfort in seeing it get played out, but
you're not playing now, and this is not a game.
It is reality, and I hope you get something out of it.
I'm shouting now, but it helps to keep me from
forgetting your name.
And if we all sing together, not focus on the whether or not's,
Let us set our eyes onto something that we all can believe in.
Believe me, it's true; Like me and you, you and us, us and them.
And be family again.
But you lack the words you need to say, so you close your eyes, you say things anyway.
Choose your path wisely, hold your head high, see past what your eyes can percieve. And would you love me unconditionally?
Traditionally, it sounds fishy to me, but we all have to swim in the biggest of sea's. We all have to swim, don't we?
But you lack the words you need to say, so you close your eyes, you say things anyway.
You lack the words you want to say, so you close your eyes. Just close your eyes.
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In the Park for You
02:55
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Where'd you come from? Where you goin'? Laid eyes across the room.
Grab all the Parliaments, we will sit down and speak of all the things that we believe.
Afterwords we will walk, and talk of all of it, before you run back to give me one last kiss.
Where'd you come from? Where you goin'? Laid eyes across the room.
Call me crazy, I'll be in the park for you. It's getting dark and I feel a storm about to brew.
I'll be waiting, watching trees, shooting stars. Talk about facing facts, I wish you were here in my arms.
Where'd you come from? Where you goin'? Laid eyes across the room.
Now I'm undone, patience slowing. Said lies, I was false to you.
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Not My Thoughts
02:53
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These are not my thoughts, but Satan is very real. And through idol time and steady hands, his fingers start to peel away at your insides, until you're all but skin and bone. Left with nothing as you're drifting in an ocean, all alone.
And these are not my thoughts, but God is real too, and he's inside each and every one of you. Holds us together, so we might have hope for a better today, forgetting tomorrow.
These are not my thoughts, but we are not completely broken. Unopened locks remain at the the bottom of the ocean. And I'll get pulled down by that single thread of rope, and uncover the keys so very seldom spoken of.
Did I forget about you, or did you forget about me?
These are not my thoughts, but we'e all gonna die.
These are not my thoughts, but it's good to be alive.
These are my thoughts that i claim to know nothing about you.
And I'd be lying if I siad that I were true.
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Passin' Out
04:14
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