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Finally Me
03:11
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Finally, it all came together. Now I'm making strides to right where I want to be. I sit where the worlds collide. I've been thinking about the road and the places that I want to go. It calls my name. When I found them out I took it all and ran with it. Like a soul leaves a body, I left with everything. My fingertips, they touch the edge of the world. And as we we wait, I find my place to run. It feels like I've found the one. Yeah, I've found the one, and she calls my name. When the stars aligned the signs all said the time was right. This is all that I have wanted: the choice to stay, the chance to change. Whenever I needed someone to back me up it was you. It's always been you. I'm going away for a while just do something new. My life is not waiting.
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Red Pill, Blue Pill
02:53
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You had me looking towards the sky for signals made of smoke. Something straight and obvious, something I would know. I was waiting in the dark for years to see your face appear for me, but I let it go. I made my own ways. The choice was mine but I already made it. So what's it gonna be are you coming with me? I can show you the real like I said. I threw my weight against the tide, but the pressure rose with time. I was bending at the knees until I broke down. I thought it would be a little easier like a simple question. Two pills, one chance. Go on home or join the big dance. I'm falling down the rabbit hole. When I chose the red one, I was saying I was ready to go. Are you coming with me? I can show you the real. You know I will.
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Taking Sides
03:45
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I watched the edge and looked below. It's a long way down. So I stretched my arms out. It's all to play with my head for little while. I'm making all my motions speak like I don't want to fall, when I really want to. They make it easy when they never change their minds, so I'll leave it all behind. Stop with the waiting. I need to un-stitch the laces holding me down where I started so I can get out from where you're pulling me down. I'm taking sides now. Pull down my arms, and watch my balance fall. It's the only way for me save myself from staying. Woah, woah! I'll throw my arms. And I, I will stop the fall. You can't hear me but I'm still screaming out loud.
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Cities In Shadows
03:08
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Heads chained down with everybody's eyes fixed on the cave and the shadows they create. It comes down to the ones sitting pretty with their hands untied. Out of touch with a cold look in their eyes. We're all just slaves in here. Can't you see it? I'm not afraid to see when everyone here closed their eyes and blindly believed. If you shine the light on their faces, you will see a city of people all without the reasons for change. So I will sing what they won't say, they didn't have the guts to do it anyway. If we die young its good enough, but only if our hearts are looking up. They're frozen still. They always will be, like faceless bodies falling all over me. No I'm not afraid to see.
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The New Script
03:29
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In the old script, I wasn't the martyr. I was just a character misread and my role was definite. But now, I'm changing the words. I'll make them read the way that I have always seen. This is not a dream. I'm just weeks away of getting out of this place. Maybe I'll burn in front of you, and you can put that smile on your face again. I was pinned on my back, and I had nails in my calves. I belonged to the others. So many times I'd seen it before. Help me up, let me show you the way. I'm sick of this acting, I'm sick of us playing these games. If you can follow me to where the roads cross, I swear to you I've waited. I've got the routes all wrapped up in my head, and they're closer now than they were so i'm leaving it all. And I'm standing there in focus for them. I'm not moving when you question me and show your teeth. I poured cement upon my feet just to see if you believe in me. Time would be my only remedy.
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The Lights
03:07
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Say what you want now that you can on your back trusting surgeons with steady hands. They break the shells off of your face. The sun hits your skin. Now you say ... Am I here? Do I really feel alive for the first time? And I'm dying to stay this way. My feet lead me out from the cave, eyes open and into the light. So the married couple looks for all the finer things in their dreams while they sleep. And the country side sings to me through the night, through the trees. For now I'm not thinking of home at all and the life I've kept waiting. I'm noticing this is how its meant to be. Break the shell, or I waste away. My skin grows, but I still wait. Break the shell, or I'll rot and die. I wait to feel the light.
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Sleepers
03:51
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Maybe it's the father who holds a gun to his son and swears he does it for the best. Maybe it's church crowd drowning all the children from the moment they took their first breath. Maybe it's just my head, and I've just gone and lost it again. I can see the senators, they're making money and putting this country on the line. I can see the media, they're making everybody insecure, unconscious all the time. We all have liars on our hands, and truth it expires when it's with them. And I say, I'll say it again. And I'm screaming, but they're not listening. Wake up sleepers. You're all falling deeper. Maybe it's because I've got something to say could be the reason why I write these words sing. We'll never be who we want to be. I can see the soles of your shoes are worn from the hustle that you say you love. Where is your head, love? We're all so small. A couple years in a million years of history. This will all be lost. What matters most is what matters now. Don't you think it's funny that you walk and you talk and you look like everyone else? Well I do. Their intentions, they got the best of you.
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