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Small
03:06
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I feel small next to all of your dreams
Next to all of the things you want.
I am better
I know I can be better
But I'm scared that I'm running out of time for that.
What does one do when they love someone true
But they're tired of being weak.
What does one do when their heart is in two
Different fists at once.
I feel weak next to all of your strength
And your distorted version of kindness.
I am searching for the world beyond my fingers
But I fear that I'm going blind.
What happens when you discover the truth
That the world is far bigger than me.
What happens now that I understand that you
Are just one of many.
I feel cut off from the world at your fingers
From the logic with which you live your life.
I am bigger
I know I can be bigger
But i fear that your leaving me behind.
What does one do when they love someone true
But they're tired of being weak.
What does one do when their heart is in two different fists at once.
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Unrequited
04:32
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It's been gloomy
This summers had more clouds than most.
The water's still rising
It's coming up past the forms.
It was gold the way I made everyday all about you.
It was bold the way you said hey baby you've got nothing to lose.
If unrequited is your name
Then bad timing should be mine.
Refracting magnets
Will battle till the end of time.
Your black coffee
Has stained your teeth yellow with time.
Your cigarette stained lips
I know now will never be mine.
It got old the way you said
That forever was limited.
And broken hearts are just a way
To feel society again.
If unrequited is your name
Then bad timing should be mind.
Refracting magnets
Will battle till the end of time.// X2
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All the wild horses.
All the wild horses.
Tethered with tears in their eyes.
May no mans touch ever tame you.
May no mans reigns ever chain you.
And may no mans weight ever lay freight on your soul.
As for the clouds.
Just let them roll.
Roll away, roll away.
As for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away.
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The Coffee Shop Song
03:41
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Hey dear boy what are you
Doing over there
With all your
Worries and your cares overhead.
Hey dear boy why are you
So into politics
And calculating what makes the brain tick.
Hey dear boy your head is
Too full of equations.
Too full of calculations.
Put down that pencil and
Close that computer.
Nothing could be greater
Than you and me and soon you'll see.
Hey dear boy why don't you
Grab a coffee.
And sit here next to me.
This could be the start of
Something brilliant and something
None of the scholars saw coming.
This won't be like a math or a science
So put down that calculator and
Use those lips and smile at me.
Hey dear boy why are you
So into politics.
And calculating what makes the brain tick.
Hey dear boy why don't you
Put down that pencil
And come over here and sit down.
I will talk with you.
You can teach me
Something new.
But hey dear boy why are you
So into politics.
Come over here and see what makes my brain tick.
We're staining our teeth and probably
Killing our brain cells with caffeine but we're
Feeling good at 19.
Hey dear boy.
Hey dear boy.
Hey dear boy come sit next to me.
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All This Time
04:55
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Does he know what makes you happy?
Does he know that a blue sky
Can make you cry?
Does he know the way the tree's make you feel
Like an ant in the valley?
Or the way you long so bad to hear
Your mother sigh?
Does he know that sometimes
Your head gets too heavy?
And that you'll have to lay it down
Into the sweat of his palms.
All this time you've been searching beyond yourself.
Everybody has a place
But it shouldn't be in someone else.
All this time you've been searching for definition.
And all of this time using the wrong set of clues.
Does he know the way you can't sleep
Unless your arms are tucked beneath you
In a warm cocoon.
Does he know the way you still like to go
Into your dad's closet.
And touch the big sweaters
Just like a child.
All of this time you've been searching beyond yourself.
Everybody has a place
But it shouldn't be in someone else.
And all of this time you've been searching for definition.
And all of this time using the wrong set of clues.
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