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Storm
02:30
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Walking the streets like a shadow
Afraid to step from the moulded grey
Romance still foremost on my thoughts
Why is the gift to forget such a distant trait?
Draining words from wishful thinking
And then the words becoming vacant
Then the spark got torn away
Then the days meant less to me
2 years, and I’m still drowning in the pity
The cracked voice of the croonless cripple
Finding sadness in the solace of peers
Poor little man with joy so absent
I feel sorry for you, I do
My heart goes out to you.
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Dreams
02:04
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A presence blurred by ignorance
A pointless speck on foreign soil
Spitting blood from your gold teeth
No your child is not a pawn.
You’re drowning in the city concrete
Your filthy face blends to its background
Your stretching arms spell such discomfort
Your greed discarded by some poverty.
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End
01:49
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There were nights in single beds
When I clenched grips into your summer dress
Mental photographs that I won’t forget
I feel too much time has passed
And I can’t crawl back
So I wrote down all the things that I was too afraid to say
And I ran home in cowardice and let youth take the blame
Then the soil settled under me
To see the leaves turning green
Then the trees rose from under my feet
My eyes bowed in disbelief
Branches bleed from the empty seed
My Fathers gift to the earth
Branches bleed from the empty seed
My Fathers gift to the earths end.
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