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You've got your welcome mat on.
But it's what you wear every day so, come on.
It's not easy to live like that is it,
It's not easy to speak like that is it?
Though I know you've made some mistakes,
Even when the sun comes you can still be wet from the rain.
You had way to much in your eyes.
But with all that color it should come as no, surprise.
It's not easy to live like that is it,
It's not easy to speak like that is it?
Though I know you've made some mistakes,
Even when the sun comes you can still be wet from the rain.
Your hands are shaking from what you've done,
but if you knew what I wanted to do you'd be on the road, gone.
It's not easy to live like this is it,
It's not easy to sing like this is it?
Though I know we've made some mistakes,
Even when the sun comes you can still be wet from the rain.
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Year In A Room
02:38
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When the door kissed the frame and the handle you held turned quiet.
I knew you were gone forever.
Though you would turn it a few more times you were never quite inside.
And from your weight the steps would not be talking.
So in that room I did lay through the marathon of each day,
Feathers grew deep from each of your eyelash,
The winter crept in and the sun and snowflakes mixed,
The sounds from the highway outside filled my pockets.
I thought about that night and the words I said that tired.
To breathe a mile under the ocean.
And the voices from underneath that third floor where I would sing,
bounced back and forth while time was stopping.
So the dust began to collect until it measured to my neck,
and the wallpaper matched the color of my eyes.
I began to think of ways to make the hour pay,
for stealing all of my time.
Then the tone did resonate that shook me from decay,
from the bottom of the back of the dark night.
For the door was to open again though it was with my own hand,
and it left an empty room truly quiet.
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Please forget me when I am gone.
I've been half remembered for too long.
I live on the third floor of this house.
I sing songs in the room where the staircase stops.
I've been here for years so long.
Yet I've been made to feel I don't belong.
You see, sincere is all I've got.
Because I believed in everything I lost.
And the heat from this floor, it's just too much.
When my feet are burning I lift them up.
So please, don't forget me when I am gone.
A memory that is blurred is beautiful.
Because I breathe like I always do
and I feel and even allow it to be true
I am awake or asleep depending.
I am betrayed by the floor under my feet.
Betrayed.
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4. |
Worn Shoes
04:28
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Don't let your shoes get worn.
And I hope you don't enjoy.
Because if so everyone will know.
Don't let strangers convince.
And put away your toys.
I hope you don't enjoy.
Because if so everyone will know.
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