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Sarah
04:41
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Sarah don’t you make a sound,
You can have the blanket on my bed.
I have held my fists for less,
Lay your troubles with the fading light.
When the room’s spinning around,
Cause your feet are off the ground.
Are you frightened that to sleep is to surrender?
Oh dear.
Can you hear the rain outside,
This morning’s sun has broken through.
Take it and your legs will wake,
Another day is calling you.
When the room’s spinning around,
Cause your feet are off the ground.
And the love I give is really just distraction.
Oh dear.
Face this lifetime open wide,
As a child you were learning to.
Shake it and your legs will wake,
Another year is leaving you.
When the room’s spinning around,
Place your feet are off the ground.
And forgive the one who placed you in suspension,
For to live and love is riding on salvation.
Oh dear.
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Little Lady
03:39
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Little lady,
When you hold your troubles near,
And the fog begins to clear,
Your mind can find a way from here.
Oh my brother,
We would wait to hear the sound,
When your feet first touched the ground,
I knew that life could still be found.
And my lover,
You remind me of the world,
You remind me that there’s one who know’s you through.
Little lady,
When your bones began to break,
And I held you in their wake,
In my arms you’ll find the strength I fake
Oh my sister,
When you left and flew away,
And you lifted my head to say,
Oh boy they’ll be another day.
And my lover,
You remind me of the world,
You remind me that there’s one who know’s you through.
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Son
03:07
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I’m my fathers son,
I’ve my mothers eyes,
It comes to no surprise that I threw it all away.
This blackbird sings, it’s a song that I have sung,
And I’d sing it all again,
If I only knew what I was talking about.
It’s 5am and the sun is up again,
And I’d do it all again,
If I only knew what I was supposed to do.
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The Teacher
03:28
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Measure the walls for the marks made when we were small,
Faint little lines the kind that you tried on me here,
When you were here.
Head out in the rain claiming you’re dry again,
Hard to forget my hands were outstretched for you here,
When you were here.
Over the years I have wasted my tears to be able to see,
That what’s broken in you…
Over the years I have wasted my tears to be able to see,
That what’s broken in you…
Isn’t me.
Pull at my scars as I pour down the boulevard.
Crowds know my name, it ends as a name for them there,
When I am up here, and you are up here.
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