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At Your Feet
03:22
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I want to burn all my mistakes. One's a bird and one's a plane, and they're coming down. But you saw a fast and sured escape past the dizzying parade of your point of view. But don't assume the worst of ourselves. For a lost road is a home just as well. And being gone is half of what life is. And let seeing wrong instruct you how to live.
So hear lies the darkness and the light, all your triumphs all your vice in a crystal ball. So try and decipher what is meant by your lover's vague statements of years ago. But don't forget what's been laid there at your feet. In a strange world, it's all we really need. Give it a brief smile and a kiss upon the cheek, because all we can know is the truth we think we see.
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Backwards
02:51
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Crawl inside me, choose any way that you like. And stay awhile, if only for a night. We can talk about it, about anything that you want. Maybe second chances and how they're easier said than done.
So you cut your hair two inches shorter than my own. In a second life I learned to perform being alone. And how to see it all backwards from another's eyes. Behind the clouds jealous of light filling the sky.
And I know sometimes it gets hard not knowing the words when all of us, we're singing along. But please don't go home.
So tell me once more, is this too fast or is it too slow? Because I feel nothings besides this cold space between.
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Just For Holidays
03:38
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Boy, boy I came apart with one single blow. You didn't even try, it was all unintentional. And for the rest of our lives, it's these memories that will reshape our soul. So try not to bend or [break] the truth. I know it's you when you notice me. I know it's true that you believe in what we see ourselves to be, just you and me.
So in an empty hotel room I cried, loosing my breath. Thinking of all the times that I might be alone, and how all we really have is ourselves. So you better feel at home in that thing you call your [head] my way and see the day that we might say that we'd behaved like real adults in this silly game where you have to save up just for holidays.
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Check My Pulse
04:47
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Would you check my pulse? I think I'm living for all these vague reasons. They change like the seasons, a constant repeating. Oh how did it go? Would you wake me up? I think I've been sleeping for far too long. Can't get back to the dream buried just underneath what seems just to real to be having. Because get past the good times, and they feel like a lifetime away. But that's no reason to complain.
Would you stop sizing me up? I think we've been drinking. I can taste your breath and it's telling me things that I don't think you mean, but they're swirling down in my head. Because now that you're gone I don't feel like I belong to anyone, not even myself.
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Jeremy Ferrara Portland, Oregon
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