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I know I’ve been here before, and I know all the wrong ways to turn. I’ve seen all the detours and exits between us, only one will take me where I need to go, I need to go. Oh please, don’t let me mess up my new life, I’ve come so far to be with her. Oh please, don’t let me mess up my new life, I’ve worked so hard for the good that I’ve got. As I’m moving forward, I keep looking back, the past somehow fueling my future. But it’s finally time to leave it behind, say goodbye to the lows, though you never know, you never know. Oh please, don’t let me mess up my new life, I’ve come so far to be with her. Oh please, don’t let me mess up my new life, I’ve worked so hard for the good that I’ve got. Hang on to the good that you got. Love lies down on the drive, the light spills on my face. Inside all the voices of all my good choices say, “I hope you know you’re back again, back again, back again and never left.” Oh please, don’t let me mess up my new life, I’ve come so far to be with her. Oh please, don’t let me mess up my new life. I’ve worked so hard for the good that I’ve got. Hang on to the good that you got.
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Falling To Rise
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Falling to rise in your eyes, pitiful. Fortunate just to survive our stupid selves. How did we ever get by? You told me, “You can never win, but you can lose more slowly.” Falling to rise in your eyes, pitiful. Fortunate just to survive our stupid selves. Falling behind in our lives, you told me, “You can never win, but you can lose more slowly.” We were kids back then, we were lost and lonely. I dreamt I’d find you. While you slept beside me. Floating in pixels of blue memory. Digital rewind of you, out of key. How did we ever get through? I never planned to take that trip. Now you’re closing the distance, step by step. And I’m running to you, running to you. Falling to rise in your eyes, pitiful. Fortunate just to survive our stupid selves. Falling behind in our lives, you told me, “You can never win, but you can lose more slowly.” Falling to rise in your eyes, pitiful. Fortunate just to survive our stupid selves. How did we ever get by? You told me, “You can never win, but you can lose more slowly.” Floating in pixels of blue memory. Digital rewind of you, out of key. How did we ever get through? You told me, “You can never win, but you can lose more slowly.”
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Time has a habit of running away, right when you wish it would stop. I captured the moments in music and words, I never could keep it for long. But your presence feels like forever, that’s why I never want you to leave. Your presence feels like forever, that’s why I never want you to leave. A droplet of trouble appeared in my mind, the years turned it into a sea. I drained every bottle, crossed over the line, I could not arrange its release. But beside you feels like the deluge, a purging of memory, a start that is clean. Beside you feels like the deluge, a purging of memory, a start that is clean. A start that is clean. Now, now is the time to slip away. It’s never too late, it’s never too late. It’s never too late. Time has a habit of running away, right when you wish it would stop. Beside you feels like the deluge, a purging of memory, a start that is clean. Beside you feels like the deluge, a purging of memory, a start that is clean. A start that is clean.
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Across The Falls
04:41
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Head full of winter. Learning to crawl. This was the getaway, but I turned to take the fall. Now I’m calling on all you got to get me back in time. Yeah, I’m calling on all you got to be there when she needs me. Goodbye gangsters and glittering girls. Put me in your song and sing me back to her. Now I’m calling on all you got to get me back in time. Yeah, I’m calling on all you got to be there when she needs me. Follow the north wind down to the lake, across the falls, over the pain. Let the moon beam over the city that saves. Roll on south to the riverbed where my loves wakes. The sun is rising now. Hello sunshine and twittering birds. Put me in your song and sing me back to her. ’Cause I’m calling on all you got to get me back in time. Yeah, I’m calling on all you got to get me back in time. Yeah, I’m calling on all you got to be there when she needs me.
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I cannot read you anymore, fill in the blanks, please, in the black and white of “yes” or “no,” without parentheses. ’Cause I’m looking to you to show me the truth in every action. I’m looking to you to give me the proof in pure expressions of your love. Are we in the notes or the silences of the song we’re singing? Sympathetic strings are ringing out, now are you listening? ’Cause I’m looking to you to show me the truth in every action. I’m looking to you to give me the proof in pure expressions of your love. No one is on his knees begging, “Please, close up the space between you and me,” ’cause these are the clichés we’re above. And if it’s love you want, won’t you lay me down. If it’s love you want... I’m looking to you to show me the truth in every action. I’m looking to you to give me the proof in pure expressions of your love. No one is on his knees begging, “Please, close up the space between you and me,” ’cause these are the clichés we’re above. And if it’s love you want, won’t you lay me down. If it’s love you want, won’t you lay me down. If it’s love you want, show me everything. If it’s love you want, show me everything, everything.
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Not Much Makes Her Cry
03:44
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No one would doubt she’s the lucky one, awake to the world through his love. She no longer waits for the shoe to drop or red flags to unfurl when he’s gone. No one would doubt she’s his special one. The chanting has helped clear her head. She said so long to the martyrdom. She let go and let Krishna instead. She let go and let Krishna instead. Not much makes her cry anymore, can’t recall when she last felt this happy. Not much makes her cry anymore, can’t recall when her mind felt this empty. No one would doubt she’s the happy one. She’s fine, fine, fine, fine, she’s just fine. But if this were the screenplay she started once, here’s the place where the plot would unwind. No one said that it had to unwind. Not much makes her cry anymore, can’t recall when it all felt so peaceful. Not much makes her cry anymore, can’t recall when it all felt so normal. Not much makes her cry anymore, can’t recall when it all felt so peaceful. Not much makes her cry anymore, can’t recall when it all felt so normal.
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Oceans Black And Blue
02:56
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Dead in the morning between oceans black and blue. The ripples you make now are the waves you’ll climb back through in your life. You never wanted to be standing at the top of the world without the strength you need to lift the last one up to the light, to the light. There in the distance she is singing out to you. Breathe in the water and let her love take you through to the light. You never wanted to be standing at the top of the world without the strength you need to lift the last one up to the light, to the light. Outside of the distant warning, beyond all the ups and downs, inside of what makes you want her, beneath only shifting clouds, the fury of the waves left no hope of their return.
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Lonely sound, beach town closed for winter, all the seabirds seeking shelter on the ground. Shoot us now, take the camera from me, ’cause I don’t think I can feel my fingers now. Say goodbye to Massachusetts, frozen sand, broken shells, souvenirs sent off in boxes, memories left to tell. Under clouds holding back the water breaks the rolling gray procession on the beach. You run aground, feel like you’re going under, only laughter comes in place of pure release. Say goodbye to Massachusetts, frozen sand, broken shells, souvenirs sent off in boxes, memories left to tell. Say your last goodbyes. Say your last goodbyes. Say your last goodbyes to her. Shut it down and hand the camera to me, ’cause I think my memory is flashing now. Say goodbye to Massachusetts, frozen sand, broken shells, souvenirs sent off in boxes, memories left to tell. Goodbye, Massachusetts.
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It's Happening Now
03:15
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Inflight entertainment by singer-guitarist-songwriter Robert Cherry, bassist-producer John Curley, keyboardist-singer- songwriter Guy Vanasse, drummer-singer Joe Klug, guitarist Robbie Reider and cellist Shira Beder. In a world carved out by Plastic Ants you're only as tall as the height of your hopes. And things, well, they're looking up. ... more
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