Author: Andrew Dalrymple
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what a beautiful refrain
so let’s take it all apartyou figured it was at the starti spent several years behind the wakeit was rough for just a namesake aaaaaaaaand OH!we’re past the snowmy chest is covered i don’t mean to pull alarmsit was richer then to play a partso i’ll tell you where the cadence endswatch a feather fallin’…
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the lent between ocean and shore
i’ve got enough for youi’ve got it silencedi’m by the water remember that lying ahead?you passed insteadonto the water i was scatterin’i was breaking apartand when the color came at once i ran into the heart there’s no belaborin’ into the water
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Kristof
i am not the person that other people seem to thinkand i have hated strangers just because they took it out on mei’m bitter and i’m selfish like a different kind of vanityi’ll sit with you for hours but it hurts and takes it out of meindifference is a sickness, it’s not worth it, but…
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receive me, brothers
receive me, brothers don’t turn away i am not like the others i can share your name it’s winter, manwhere’m i gonna run to?it’s winter, manwhere’m i gonna run to?where’m i gonna run to? can’t you see my name?can’t you see my name, man? receive me, brothers can’t you see my face receive me, brothers…
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i’ve got to be it’s got to be
i was living in the pasta place i knew i could climb the dash a long day was comfort tothe memories i still pursue so there’s nothing left to saybut here i am so for once i’ll pray my mind is numb so i’ll feel it outif this ends at all it will be in…
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you can make anything of it
you can make anything of it if it wasn’t on timethen it would’ve been your proofi had a blessing on mindwell it wasn’t in the fruit now i apologizefor the final timei can’t carrywhile you see it through and i’m standing on the matches nowtell me will you pass it offor is the yarn a…
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the woods
i, the woods ‘- justify your loveor tell us that we’re somethingthe woods oppressin’ darkness that felt forever lasta fever rest forgiveness that had dwelt before it passed too soon forgiveness is the floodto start again or somethingwhere streams and meadows spilt into the days i had amassedmemories and lessons my hands were made to…
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the lakes
the lakes reading the glassif it isn’t i’m pastdrowning the fields, i’ll settle it’s got to be the farmers gonewe said it won’t be very longwe watered the plantswe gave it a chanceso what’s left to anticipate? and it can’t be very longno, it can’t be very longif it’s on the water i can see…
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simsalabim
i was living like a dreamsometime between now and two thousand seventeen i’d come back to where it slippedbedside blues and a final script i took the pen and i wrote a songabout a innocent man who got it wrong a grievance borne while he was youngthat killed his soul and held his tongue a…
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