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Sugar
05:15
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Sugar
I've never told you
how you make me feel
like an angel,
glowing,
like a seraphim
Confide in me
with your green and silver eyes so sweet,
you make me quiver with delight,
delight, delight.
But do you, do you even
recognize my face?
Could you tell I'm the one
who freely fell from grace
For your love,
those green silver eyes so sweet,
you make me glimmer
with a hope that beats alive,
alive, alive.
(Interlude)
All I expect is to reach you in ways
like a thief in the night
dispels his reckless gaze
towards his prize
Those green and silver eyes so free,
you make me a sinner to others' lies,
you see, to them I'm blind,
I'm blind, I'm blind.
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2. |
Yearn
04:07
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Yearn
My carefree heart has never known what yearning was
until the day that I met you
that fateful Tuesday afternoon.
I could've sworn that I knew what you were thinking,
another girl to pass away the daily cares,
but that I simply wasn't,
and then you became scared:
"What is she trying to get at,
when all I want is to be free?
I'm a man who makes his own way in this world,
something from nothing is all I care to be."
Six brooding months along, without a word or warning,
he's come back in the flesh, swift with his feet,
but I could sense he was still running,
and not just from me.
What I am trying to get at
is that what I want is to be free.
I know I could never truly own you,
just love you, always, as is.
In this life where someone always wants piece out of you,
let me love you, for nothing, as is.
Still, he would run, fast for the horizon,
but I know when he's ready, he'll return,
still I've got nothing left to do here
but to yearn.
I know I could never truly own you,
just love you, always, as is.
In this life where someone always wants piece out of you,
let me love you, for nothing, as is.
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3. |
Three Pennies Falling
03:11
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Three Pennies Falling
She's a lamb ripe for slaughter
but she doesn't care,
there's no use for any scare tactics here.
She's a prodigal daughter,
lost by herself, and losing who she used to be
for the man who would save her,
who gave her, a boxful of promises and dreams
that in the end are just pennies,
pennies cast into a fountainless stream
While over and over again,
We keep on falling.
He's a man out for something
but brother, he's scared
that there's nothing but nothing to see.
And the lights that had called him
are truck stops and signs telling him
where he can't be.
If his father could see him, believe him,
he'd drop all his bundles of grief,
even if they're just pennies,
pennies lost under a passenger seat
While over and over again,
We keep on falling.
Falling fast, straight for the sun
Falling so slow, there's nowhere to run.
It's the damn pressure talking,
of that I'm aware,
but there's too much at stake here to lose.
And I'm growing complacent,
and soon must I choose,
or be chewed up all mercilessly.
But what can I do?
For I'm just a penny falling, falling, falling...
Falling fast, straight for the sun
Falling so slow, there's nowhere to run.
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4. |
Two Lovers
03:59
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Two Lovers
The clear, dark blue sky
it casts no shadow,
it casts no shadow.
And the daughter's vacant sighs,
they hold no marrow,
they hold no marrow.
She's gonna run out the door
tonight to find
that the one that she loves
isn't waiting outside.
Now her tears could fill the skies
with heavy sorrow,
with heavy sorrow.
For her lover, he froze in fright,
'fraid of tomorrow,
'fraid of tomorrows.
He should've come to that door
that night, to unite,
but he choked, and awoke,
to nothing and no one in sight.
Life then broke in
through the darkness
and blessed them with the
sorry, certain kiss of fate,
which is never, no never too late.
Now they rest is peaceful dreams,
in sleepy hollows,
in sleepy hollows.
For they've fled this mortal scene,
free of tomorrow,
free of tomorrows.
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5. |
After Midnight
04:35
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After Midnight
I'm walking alone on this road tonight,
just the streetlights watching over me.
The silence gathers around my skin
like a wave of tranquil misery.
You see, I'm lost and confused,
and I don't know what to do
because my baby is light years away.
Six feet under my shoes --
yeah if only that could be true!
But really, he's just searching for
his love and true self's "other".
Now I'm wallowing with a drink in my hand
pretending I've got company.
Swallowing swills of forgetfulness
and numbing down toxic memories.
You see, I'm lost and confused,
with nothing better to do,
'cause sleep is for sissies with reasons.
My reason used to be you,
but now I'm swimming in blue
shards of breaking,
memories aching,
and soul-forsaking,
tears for you.
You see, I'm lost and confused,
and I don't know what to do
because my baby is light years away.
Six feet under my shoes --
yeah if only that could be true!
But really, he's just searching for
his love and true self's "other".
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6. |
Charade
03:48
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Love, I want you to hold me
closer than anyone before,
but I can never let you know
what I don't want to show,
what I don't want to show.
Couldn't you get to know me
better by who I am today?
You see, I can never let you know
because the life behind me is gone,
the life behind me is gone and dead.
Believe me when I say
our love is better off with some mystery,
some mystery.
Oh how I wish you'd just trust me
given my hesitations.
Can't you tell that I'm just trying to protect
the beautiful thing we have here,
it's a beautiful thing we have here.
These feelings are more telling
than anything I'd every have to say,
I'd ever have to say.
One day you'll get to know me
beneath all this chicanery
and see right through to the broken lost little girl
I'm afraid I'll always be,
I'm afraid I'll always be.
Believe me when I say
our love is better off with some mystery,
some mystery.
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7. |
Empire of Yourself
04:21
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Empire of Yourself
You've built a palace out of mirrors,
no room for anything else,
you take all the love that they give you
and you build an empire of yourself
Nothing can stop me on my mission,
I'm sorry if you're in my way.
Do know that I tried,
but it just doesn't matter –
I've got bigger and brighter things to make.
You carry heavy burdens on your shoulder,
the world is watching your every move,
respect and applause is important –
they need to acknowledge what you do
I'm young and its my time to make it,
it has to happen now can't you see?
One day you'll thank me for my courage,
I need to become who it is that I have to be.
You've built a palace out of mirrors,
no room for anything else,
you take all the love that they give you
and you build and empire of yourself
Nothing can stop him on his mission,
He's sorry if you're in his way.
Do know that he tried,
but it just doesn't matter –
he's got bigger and brighter things to make.
(Outro)
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8. |
The Story
04:47
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The Story
After all is said and done
will you take me for who I am?
When you look into my eyes
do you see yourself a better man?
Underneath all those could-have-beens
is somebody I've come to know
as the boy who often wears a mask
and plays his parts, but is never whole
Could this be all to the story?
Is this the time to go home?
Life can be a revolving door, it's true
and we often move it along just to let things go.
You are not your father's son, you see
you're much more able to learn and grow
So how about we pause for a moment
and let the world move on its own?
Deadline on Monday,
commence negotiations Tuesday
red eye on Wednesday,
Thursday to Friday conference.
The ball it keeps on rolling,
what are you really looking for?
There's love here waiting
can't you see?
Should it ever come to pass that
we should part our ways
will you understand?
When you look into my eyes
do you see yourself a better man?
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9. |
Through the Window
05:08
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Darling Cora Toronto, Ontario
Darling Cora (Darlene Cuevas) is a folk rock singer-songwriter and guitarist from the Toronto area.
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