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stop up the hourglass it's running out of fate
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the more you think you know
well, you probably know less
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whirling, swirling into space
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Each day seems to bring new adventure, but I'm not always happy with the adventure that chooses me. Mainly, I seem find myself wanting more and it's the most unusual, horrible, terrifying, thrilling, and beautiful feeling one
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don't know the way it takes too long
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it's a summer day that I spend in the shade
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it's a summer day that
I spend in the shade
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deep into the shadows beyond the noise and confusion, lifted upon cloudless guilt- it remains- the same here a perfect structure blocks the way of a murky destination, encompassing mind and body... -a deep unconscious linger
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you met me up here on my tower
now I can't help but fall
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Beyond the facade of a thousand different faces
lies a darkness that dwells deep within
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i've found myself wandering
there's always too much time
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you open up the doors in my mind
create lands I wander and find
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how do you feel when you don't know how to feel
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a single tear
my wish, no where near
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Scales, frets and silhouettes
race through my calloused fingers
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The solitude is what pulls so many towards the ocean. It's not that the sunrises aren't beautiful enough because if you've ever seen one from the back of your board, you'd crave that feeling for the rest of your life. But som
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you are undone
a folded plane, it's paper crashing through my window
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Rain.
It falls like glitter on my doorstep.
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Scales, frets and silhouettes race through my calloused fingers and blurred mind, threatening to rip my guitar from my hands and trade it i
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the lonely boy paddled out to sea wonderin' when the where might be
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In your dreams I travel wide
to places only you can find
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Bubbles falling from the sky There's no need to wonder why
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my strings don't strum for nothing at all
my riffs have soul
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Dream away Neptune
Dream another time
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There's just somethin about train tracks
their tracks they never end
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Todays a day I'll sing the blues Waitin' on some better news
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sweet is the winding smoke
colors changing with the wind
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September comes quietly
for those wishing on the moon
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In the early morning hours, if I'm lucky enough to wake, I can still feel the cool air brush up against my skin, the dew lightly slapping m
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Frequently I find myself gazing at the moon, my imagination full of many dreams and aspirations that lie deep within my soul, appearing onl
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White pained windows cloud my view as I look out into the darkened world ahead. Reverting back to my old self as I watch the darkness of the green contrasting with the grief stricken sky above. Pools of rain shatter against t
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Shooting stars and passing cars
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Playin underneath the stars
I softly sing with my guitar
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Stealin kisses down by the shore
you held my hand in the bed of that ford
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My toes in the sand
my guitar in hand
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