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I've lived this day a thousand times it won't go away
And all I can see are the eyes of people I will never be
And it makes me ill the way You love me still
I can't decide if You're the missing piece buried in my mind
Immersed in sand I try to reach try to take Your hand
And it makes me ill the way You love me still
I think back to the days I was around
And it brings me down to a place I've never been
I think back on a picture of a child and dream awhile
All the more I miss Your perfect ever shaking heart
Solace came with a drop of blood and a taste of shame
When You took my turn You struck a match and You let it burn
And it makes me ill the way you love me still
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In these recent years I have noticed that your face has slightly changed
In this season of the bitter pill that pulled your heart away
In the daylight when it hits you straight on
See the lines in your face have begun
When I tell you that you're beautiful like a second hand that stopped
You remind me of a waterfall that turned the earth to mud
In this season of the bitter pill that pulled your heart away
Feel it coming in again
All that you've known up till now
You could trade for this thought I'm singing about
That now and again I'll play the fool
But I love you so much I wish I were you
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They met her at the baggage claim
When they read her rights she was causing quite a scene
So they threw her in the Lincoln Town with the cuffs too tight
Did they have to be so mean
She was on her way to Kalispell
To a relatives
Just to lay it low a while
But they must've tapped the phone again
Even though he's gone they won't let her off the line
So she thinks out loud as she screams and shouts
I'm not the one they found me guilty by association
They met her at the baggage claim
When they read her rights she was causing quite a scene
So they threw her in the Lincoln Town with the cuffs too tight
Did they have to be so mean
So she thinks out loud as she screams and shouts
I'm not the one they found me guilty by association
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As I take this immunity
I'm wondering what you would do to me
If you found out
You know that you could've walked away
Without a scratch but you had to stay
With your watered down friends
So I cry myself awake
To keep from sleeping all day
And I think I'm borderline
Losing my mind
You wrote my name with an underscore
It made me realize what I'm good for
And it's not all bad
Before the laughter had just begun
Around a table with everyone
Is too good to be true
I follow lines that never end just to reach you again
I get tired and then I break down
So I will rest and in the daybreak I will find you and be
Forever your friend again
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And I have become much less
Wide eyed for your indiscretions
And I can't understand why you've chosen me
To keep those dreadful stories
Friendly
And your eyes are darker when
The sun hits your brow
You were young once but you're older now
You are older now
Standing in the shadows of what you were waiting for
Standing in the shadows of what you were waiting for
Will your faith be rewarded
And will you ever see
How can I know where you are love
When you're right beside me
When you're right beside me
Standing in the shadows of what you were waiting for
Standing in the shadows of what you were waiting for
You are older now
You are older now
You are older now
You are older now
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Mae my friend
Will you ever understand
That this might have been
A beginning to the end
All the days all the nights
Of living out of boxes underneath the sky
But Mae my friend will
You ever understand
This time
I've given up on wondering where your head has gone
All I think about these days is your tired heart
And I'll bring it back again
Mae don't fret
I never wanted this
To be my friend
A beginning to the end
Bring it back bring it forward
And all you need to know is that I wanted more
But Mae my friend
It could have been the end
This time
Maybe this time I'll get through
To the best of you
All my years of letting down
Have driven you to the ground
Mae my friend
Will you ever understand
That this might have been
A beginning to the end
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Take me for a fool and I'll do the same for you
To catch what's coming down I'll repeat myself out loud
Finally I recall all the photographs on the wall
All my friends agree that the latter half is not me
A long time ago I might have been
Tying my hope around you again
But holding me now won't do any good
'Cause I died before I could
Remembering what I've seen takes an awful lot out of me
Some day you might hear an apology that's sincere
The pain that's all around could make me it's home so I call it my own
As sorry as I seem you never could dream what sorry could be
A long time ago I might have been
Tying my hope around you again
But holding me now won't do any good
'Cause I died before I could
Feel anything that matters today
Sing songs that won't go away
All I can do all that's left to be
Is feel it openly
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In a room of crooked faces
You never wanted to replace this
In your memory
Now the thing that comes to your mind
Is an awful word to describe
A sense of peace
It won't get better on it's own
And it'll follow you along
All in a day's work
The day you went out on your own
Is the day you should have known
That it's all in a day's work
All in a day's work
But I've given you a heart
That I never will discard
All in a day's work when you feel My scar
It'll bring you next to Me
When I was hanging from a tree
All in a day's work
All in a day's work
And in the meantime
You and I could fly
To a place that's warm
You'll never be alone
All in a day's work
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Hold on a red line
You're taking more than I'd like
It's getting harder
But it's so what I want to be
You're talking to a dead man
You listen like a wet cat
I'm too elated
This is so what I want to be
Farther away but
Feeling better than I've ever
Wanted to say
You'll never get a step ahead of me
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All this ringing in my ears
Made me numb over the years
Lately I can feel a little more of you
In me
I've given up unto myself
Drinking from the weakest well
All I want is just some peace of mind
Tonight
But I'm fine about it
I'm beginning now to understand that its nothing I can say
When motor cars with racing stripes keep getting in my way
But this time I can see the very one thing that I need
I'm beginning now to understand that its nothing I can say
When motor cars with racing stripes keep getting in my way
But this time I can see the very one thing
This time you could be the very one thing
This time I believe the very one thing that I need
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