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They Meet In A Ballroom
01:19
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she had a picture of her father smoking in an old hotel
his eyes were black and white
he was nervous, it was easy to tell
a woman was wearing
a polka dot dress
how he looked at her
he looked so nervous to say
would you take my hand if i asked you to dance
i’m not very good at dancing but would you take the chance
and watch our bodies move in very strange ways
well the name she gave
was caroline
he tried to forget her
all about her
her memory comes back
like a heart attack
at some wedding
while everyone was dancing
and she took him home
for the thousandth time
and he's not learning
cause he got the proof
she will break him down
as he begs for truth
cause she takes me home
a thousand times, she’s always waiting
would you take my hand if i asked you to dance
i’m not very good at dancing but would you take the chance
and watch her body fade in very strange ways
she was her mother but he loved her just the same
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you ask your self where did the days go, where have you been
you close your eyes and you see pictures of things, pictures you’ve seen
well whats the purpose of this rosache test, they all all look the same
i can’t recognize anything
so you ask your self when did the fabric tear
and you ask yourself how much more you can bare
and you hear them talk but you don’t understand the words, or what they say
you sit in their head, it's a foreign place filled with strange things
their culture is alien and their songs make my ears ring
and i just can’t relate
so you ask your self how can they live in there
and you ask yourself why you try to compare
and why you suffocate while they breath in air
how do you breath in air?
so you ask your self when did the fabric tear
and you ask yourself how much more you can bear
when each thought weighs a ton and I’ve got no more strength to spare
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Sing Without A Tongue
05:08
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the feeling’s gone
no blood left in my tongue
there is faith or there is none
the feeling’s gone
I sing without a tongue
in a contest that can’t be won
who needs another poor boy song
sung without a tongue
but please believe me
but don’t pity the falling sun
for every night, a new day must come
and offer it’s light to everyone
when I’ve had enough
and sick with what i’ve become
my hands broken and rough
when i’ve given up
but please believe me
but don’t pity the falling sun
for every night, a new day must come
and offer it’s light to everyone
a new day just begun
no more songs to be sung
nothing for anyone
i know i’m doing it all wrong
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her head opened up
you can hear the sound
of her thoughts in the air
bad ideas all around
clouds formed of things I’ve said
and then came the rain
the words pooled on the ground
but they didn’t sound the same
oh I hope she found, some sort of happy place where she can dance around
I remember her eyes
What a beautiful place
some sort of heaven
in this hellish place
they called her crazy
they called her insane
they called her everything
but her name
oh I remember the sound, with a shot of a gun, heaven spilled out on the ground
well she was my friend, a love you can’t replace
oh she was so profound, miss caroline, never to be found
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Ive been living alone
in a place with no bed to sleep
in a room with no windows
the sun got sick of me
I broke her trust when my truth turned white
all those promises I made fell through
then I confessed right before she set
I’ve been spending my nights with the moon
now I can’t look her in the eyes
and I won’t even try
I called upon my mother
to kiss my burning cheek
she won’t let me suffer
the love of inevitability
but I woke today as the sun fell away
alone again with the moon
she wore a dress made of lonely regret
but i could not deny how well the night grew
now I can’t look her in the eyes
and I won’t even try
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Beg The Passing Boats
03:42
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i’m not feeling so well, will I make it
kiss me if you can tell, did I fake it?
it goes on and on, a stream from which a river grew
in to the sea, a place, bigger then me and you
and oh I beg the passing boats
i’m not feeling so well, will I make it
kiss me if you can tell, did I fake it?
It goes on and on, like a breeze, I’m always passing through
a cup to fill, and spill all over you
oh I beg to be full
ive locked away your lovely grace
i’m free and uncontrolled
to make a change and earn my place
at the bottom of this hole
ive dug myself, to be alone
I’m not feeling so well will I make it?
Kiss me if you can tell, did I fake it
well from now on i’ve got only one thing left to do
to try my best an create what I’ve always wanted to
and oh I will be full
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under her bed she can sleep for days
eyes on the door, holding her breath
she can lay very still that way
every noise climbs her spine, not ready to hear them yet,
yesterday feels miles away
today she is betrayed by her breath
she tries to think so silently
a command her thoughts won’t obey
she dreams of a tower, below a beautiful town
some place, she can't be found
the door opens quickly and the silence pours away
she digs her nails into the frame
a scene she will always replay
and now she is a child, too young to walk away
and now she can’t speak, her tongue is new and afraid
she dreams of a tower, below a beautiful town
some place, she can't be found
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he was a poor boy
with all his heart
she was a painting
a fine work of art
and he loved her
when he was young
oh ive been
damned by her eyes
to be a waste of time
it was a disaster
it tore him apart
her trouble with living
was a struggle from the start
and she was hurt
when she was young
damned by her eyes
to be a waste of time
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