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Welcome
02:35
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Categories
03:12
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Just like an auctioneer
I bid my worth
To useless burdens beared
Since birth
And I wonder if time
Is a healer or friend
Lately my time has spent
Categorizing the mess of my mind
Into all kinds of boxes,
No use for more darkness
I haven't been well in what feels
Like a very long time
Like water to the trees,
You feel so cold
Yet still I want you here,
But I'm told
That if love were to live,
It must die to it's own
How can I get on with playing my role?
Categorizing the rest of my mind
Into all kinds of folders,
The more I grow older
I feel I won't finish my head for a very long time
Categorizing the mess of my mind
Into all kinds of boxes,
No use for more darkness
I haven't been well in what feels
Like a very long time
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3. |
Tell a Lie Instead
02:19
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Have you any
Sense to carry your load?
No, catch a ride instead
Is your money
Shared between all of your friends?
No, catch a ride instead
Can your heart stay
Open long enough?
No, tell a lie instead
Does your conscience
Guide your tongue when you're trying to talk?
No, tell a lie instead
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I came through the open door
Just to see what was inside
And you welcomed me in,
Unaware that I seek to destroy
I came with your favorite things
Like plastic guns and TV super-star reels
And you gave me a bed to rest,
Unaware I put a rock in your heart
I taught you the lies of man,
Like politics and corporate-culture-control
And you built me a home,
Unaware I took your own in its place
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5. |
As I Am
03:15
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You're an awkward kind of friend
With a tendency to pick and choose
Each thought that's passing by
But I've known you for so long
And it seems like you're not going anywhere
So I won't try
You're a mighty manic mess
With a tendency to stress about
Each moment passing by
But I've seen you can be wise
With a cloud over my eyes
I see the other side of time
See me as I am,
Incomplete as I am
There's a place down in my heart
That no one can pick apart,
Not pain, nor suffering or strife
But at times I do feel weak
Like an ending lucky streak
I take what comes to me in stride
See me as I am,
Incomplete as I am
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6. |
Sometimes
02:05
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Sometimes
I am flying so high
Not a cloud in the sky
But I always come home
Yeah I always come home
Sometimes
I have fallen so low,
That the floor starts to feel
Like a permanent home
Oh I always go home
But somethings feel new
And I think that it's you
Sometimes
When you're holding my hand
All my world starts to fade
And you're taking me home
Yeah you're taking me home
Sometimes
When we're laying in love
And you nestle your head
Beneath my collar bone
I'm in love with my home
And it all feels so new
I know that it's you!
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7. |
Diagnosis Complete
02:58
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Diagnosis complete
Some pills for your sleep
Try to find some excuse
For getting out of the house
A stabler mind
At times feels unkind
Who's to say what is right?
At least you're out of the hole
And into your role
You'll find that there's no answer
For anything
You'll see just what it is
At the heart of it all
Now you're making a sound
Head on the ground
Take some time to believe
That something's happening here
Open your ears
Melodies heard
The song of the birds
Waste no time to receive
What's clearly happening here
Just open your ears
You'll find that there's no answer
For anything
You'll see just what it is
At the heart of it all
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8. |
Unwound Time
02:25
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Unwound time,
Unwound time
Moving but standing still,
Heart made kind
Peace of mind,
Peace of mind
Flying through vastness and
Mass-less land
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9. |
To Save Us Again
03:07
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A light through the window
So gentle and kind
Like honey it pours out
To save me again
A tree in the distance
So supple and strong
With carbon it cries out
To live all as one
But without an answer
We seek to destroy
All good that was left here
To save us again
A man with a temper
A man with no words
It's easy to hate you
Easier to hurt
But without an answer
We've gone against our word
To love all that was left here
To save us again
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10. |
Stalled
03:41
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I take a walk
Down the street
When the buses aren't running
Taking my time
Reading snippets of life
In the stalls
Trees alive in the city
Feel alive in the city
Something's happening in your heart
You can't help it
But it hurts not to help at all
What can you do?
You talk a lot
For someone
Whose got all that they wanted
Try making time
For yourself to find
Life in the stalls
Lies alive in the city
Feel alive in this city
Early morning and a new start
You can change,
And will change forever
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Tony Aparo Atlanta, Georgia
Songwriter and producer based in Atlanta, Ga. Disciple of Improvement Movement.
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