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Or So The Story Goes
03:53
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Eyes as equals.
Faces always seem the same.
Places, people,
exist in someone else's dream.
What's so special
about the individual?
We're just vessels,
wolves wearing the devil's clothes.
I know how this story goes.
It gets so old.
It's so pointless
pointing out our differences.
It's disappointing
considering the option is
lying to yourself after you sell your soul
or dying too young
before you have the chance to fold.
Eyes disguised as
windows looking through the glass
compromises
everything about your past.
I see you now,
the varied individual,
teeth out, head down,
staring at the ground for gold.
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Maudlin Paupin' Man
03:06
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I wanted nothing more than to leave my 9 to 5.
A tour or two between trying to stay alive.
I never got the chance but it ain't over yet.
I'll still be maudlin paupin', man, until I'm dead.
Until I die
I'm still going to try.
I had a little dream a long, long time ago.
I'm running out of steam but this is all I know.
I'd rather kill myself than quit while I'm ahead.
Should I keep ramblin' on or put this beast to bed
and say goodbye?
No, I'm still going to try.
I know
it's a waste of time
but I don't care.
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Deadman
for the color of your skin.
I sing for you
so you're not forgotten.
Deadman,
you're tune, it turned me on
so I sing for you
so we never lose your song.
So we don't lose your voice,
the ground you stood,
the choice you made
and died for, never fade away,
and your words be heard
so we always remember
that your sacrifice was
worth the debt you paid.
Deadman,
don't I know they did you wrong,
so I sing for you
so we never lose your song.
A mother's son now gone.
A poet soldier's song is sung
by the children of a new day.
We raise you from the dead
to remind us of what's important
and to not forget you
or what you did.
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A sunny day in the city
and I'm looking out my window down at everyone.
I'm watching them run in circles
with nowhere to go but having fun soaking up the sun.
It's a beautiful day out there
and I'm stuck in here
at home.
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Low School
05:30
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I wake up when the sun shines through my window.
Pack my bags. Going to start all over again.
Got a new life looking back on things in the mirror.
Hurting so bad I can feel my blood boiling
hot.
Coffee's bought and sidewalk thoughts are dreaded.
Last year's jacket still smells like last year's dreams.
Cold snow blows on these old souls. I'm headed
somewhere new where nothing's as it seems
not.
Every doorway's another mouth to feed.
Any day now is more my speed
but hurry up I got things to do in the morning.
So what.
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It's Summertime in the city
and I'm looking out my window down at everyone.
I'm watching them walk in circles
with nowhere to go but having fun soaking up the sun.
It's a beautiful day out there
and I'm stuck in here
at home.
It's a beautiful day out there
and I'm stuck in here.
It's a beautiful day out there
and I'm stuck in here.
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I wake up when the sun shines through my window.
Pack my bags. Gunna start all over again.
Got a new life looking back on things in the mirror.
Chilling so cold I can feel my blood boiling
hot.
Coffee's bought and sidewalk thoughts are dreaded.
Last year's jacket still smells like last year's dreams.
Black snow blows on these old souls.
I'm headed somewhere new where nothing's as it seems.
Not.
Every doorway's another mouth to feed.
Keeping low-key is more my speed.
Hurry up I got things to do in the morning.
What?
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Ryan Richardson Phoenix, Arizona
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