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Curve Of The Sky
10:19
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Of everybody around I'd thought you'd left already
I thought you were gone far away
I don't mean to suggest that you're unwelcome
Just thought you'd gone to stay
My memories are flawed like my dreams
In them exists the way your eyes pick up the
Curve of the sky
I always loved the way you said my name
I never really thought I'd hear it again
Like I did today
Spring is a lonely time for me now
Thought by summer things would be easier
I guess in some ways, I hurt less now
Its hard to say
I reach down to find, the best in me
From there a direct line, to you
I hear your name
These long days hardly seem worth it
The trouble is the hours they take too long
I'm living day to day, each like my last
It all seems the same
I wish I had had one more visit
I guess I did today
I wish I'd taken the time to say....
...anything
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Mutations Of Faith
10:30
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These lines on your face
They match mine in a way
The shape of your hands, I see them, every day
I can see all of this happening to me
Memories and fears, all gone away
They slowly left me
Replaced by mutations of faith
Tired and alone, I wait
Took a walk in the desert
On the way out I drove by your place
Still looks the same as I remember
Give or take the time of day
Blue roofs meet the sky above
So hard to think of it without you
In my mind I guess you are
Still there in a way
Memories and fears are gone away
They are replaced
Memories and fears are gone away
They are replaced
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April 21
06:48
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I'm glad I was there last night
Glad we were all together
That everyone could say goodbye
I’m thankful for that time
Was good to see you so much
Since December
We all know it meant a lot
Though it was hard to say
I hope that when fought
It wasn’t too hard for you
We just wanted the best
None of us knew what to do
Hope you can forgive your sons
They did right by you
Hope we can mend the wounds
None of us know what to do
I’m glad we were there last night
That we could say goodbye
I’m glad I was able to hold your hand
When you died
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What We Need To Heal
11:57
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The trouble with broken dreams
Is they'll never live up to what they were going to be
These ways, set in steel
Do little but to block us from what we need to heal
In these ways there is nothing left to heal
In these things there is nothing left to feel
In these things there's nothing left to feel
In these things there's nothing left to feel
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5. |
Given To The Wind
04:53
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I'm tired of trying
To find a way to let go
These days are on their way
These days are goin' away
These days are goin'
Hours given to the wind
In hopes we won't relive them
These eyes are weary to open again
The spirit is given to the wind
The spirit is given
Fatal the direciton we're goin'
There's only one
This season has left its mark behind
This season has left you far behind
This season left you
The season has left its mark behind
This season has left you far behind
This season left you
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