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And I wonder how Franklin felt in '42
The war's still new, but I? tired of fighting Bloody boys sobbing fears all somehow died brave men Exalted then, so wrong yet somehow inviting. Like a dream moving in slow motion The smell of death spreads across the ocean Despite the masses that hate the notion Bending every purpose toward war And the bombs start falling, tight fists of rage hurled Searching for sanity in such a crazy world I guess I thought when we got in our boats and sailed away We wouldn't be here today; we left behind all that fighting In a place where they're still debating feudal rights And boundary lines, and ancient agreements But I know that I? only dreaming Any day I could wake up screaming Taking orders in a far away land Marching round with a gun in my hand And the bombs start falling, as the trigger fingers pull Searching for sanity in such a crazy world Little boys go marching on for peace . . . |
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And though my sermon salts the air
My ears are soon left empty, silence still holds dominion Words once adorned are now laid bear Unpolished lumps of nothing, so much unheard opinion Silence now dill, Hush now be still All is at ease, Rest now 'n peace Come now sleep So shut My mouth and close my eyes I've no strength left to patronize so much to see with eyes wide open but not a thing worth placing hope in So hold me now in sweet pretense If life's not worth the effort at least it keeps my interest like fools embracing ignorance striving to still ambition, hopes grip is so relentless silent now rest come happiness all is at ease hush now don't speak come now sleep So shut my mouth and close my eyes I've no faith left to compromise there's so much to see with eyes wide open but not a thing worth placing hope in Is that the Idea, It all seems like such a rip-off Am I supposed to act like it's O.K.? and take it like a man? Don't give me that fantasy, I've nothing but apathy and Impotent anger And not a thing worth placing hope or anticipation accept the gentle thought of darkness and silence and slumber. |
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Nothing was wrong and the future looked better than it ever looked before
So I thought The trouble was gone; it felt as if a bond had been restored It? over, he plead the fifth too long Deserving to walk the plank and fall No longer blind, the light hurts his eyes In hope that time, will help anesthetize Annul the hurt, the shame, that's eating him alive He? praying more than friendship will survive OK so far I? not impressed, when does it get good And how much time is left No way, she can't end up with him Did the hero die, don't he good guys win Don? the good guys win, don't they win Don? they win in the end? No longer bound, it's freedom he defies In shock cause I?e been hit between the eyes I guess it's fair; I made the bed where I will lie There? got to be some way now I? sure he'll find some way now The pain of losing you should fade in time |
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She's breaking up, she's falling down
She's holding her fists up now Her eyes meet my face but we don't look the Same She walks away, on bloody knees Her swollen face hides her tears My mind strains for words but my tongue won't obey You're just a shadow now of the girl I used to know Your broken song is maimed and slow You strain your face to bear that smile Your teeth clenched tightly all the while and though you search so thoroughly for some place to put the blame It only rests on angry shoulders and you don't look the same Your pretty face now contorted haggard with shame I try to recognize your anger I try to recognize your hatred I try to find some purpose for your pride So cease your screaming now because your voice is worn and hoarse your song insinuates divorce your poison love I won't pursue your not the lover I once knew and though you speak so firmly of maxims so bold your lips mouth words of love but still your voice is callused and cold I try to understand what made this mess unfold I'm sure you couldn't be blamed your features haven't changed and yet I can't Imagine why you don't look the same and your song of broken trust is grating on my ears I'm tired of standing passive while you're preying on my fears I'm tired of trying to fight, I'm tired of taking sides you say that you're not angry but I see it in your eyes I'm tired of hearing rumors, I'm tired of hiding shame I'm tired of pointing fingers and never taking blame I'm tired of trying to talk I've nothing left to say I'm tired of going on so I'm going away |
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Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be
You bear your ideology so stoically That all that you can see, is inferiority Here I am, my head in a cloud Can? you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground? I guess I? fool, cause I thought I could recognize The people who cared for me, I thought I could draw the line That surrounded my friends Oh I, I? not going to give up And I don't mind the quitters, so much as the thieves It? tolerable company, given the means I won't waste my time crying If I? the last to understand The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance I? losing the faith that youth hold in longevity I guess that? the price for bartering naivety Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief I? not going to give up |
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Late at night all alone in the bathroom
Youæ?®e freaking out cause you just can't control everything That happens around you Set in stone with no proof of validity Your so-called faith keeps you terrified in anything That threatens your standing The eyes of the world, the eyes of the church, the eyes of your peers The wagging of tongues, whispering shame, upon eager ears Have all the plans that you laid out so carefully Fallen short of your neo-Victorian fantasy You cling to so desperately So look at all your hard work is coming to Despite your effort you still can't buy security So what is your money worth? And maybe it's right and I should feel pain for bending the rules But Iæ?| not the one who's trying to choose between fools Back and forth the orchestra plays But neither side is tuned to the other Back and forth the orchestra plays But neither side is tuned . . . Pull the shutters and tighten the blindfold Turn away anyone who doesn't fit the mold The story goes untold Despite the righteous beliefs that you profess You still can't cover the stain that marks your Sunday dress No need to confess Back and forth the orchestra plays |
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I'm sure you're in a lot of pain,
But it's supposed to feel this way I never did this to you Despite the beauty we create I just can't stand beneath your weight I don't know what to do I? sure you need a helping hand But you're stuck in sinking sand And you're pulling me in with you Look at the mess you drug me through Look at the pity you pursue I? falling out with you Help me I? falling out with you So make my instincts leave me be Cause I don't want to fight or flee But there's not much more you can take from me Despite the pleasure we invoke I? so sick of being broke Will it hurt this much when I?e broken free? Well I try but I can't understand why I have to hold your hand Every step of the way, day after day, you depend on my strength to pull you through But I? just as weak as you |
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I guess there's only one place to go from here
I think the options are clear anyway I? sure you?e tired of waiting for me To figure out where you fit in I guess I? afraid of what we could be Cause I don't want to sell you short of your dreams I? sorry for making you wait for me Cause I don't want to hold you down But I don't want to set you free I don't want to make you run from me I guess it's hard to believe that I Could make myself give up After all this time you and me Trying hard to make sense of our differences Pretending we both had everything I guess I believed in our fantasy You only loved the one you wanted me to be I? sorry for breaking your faith in me I don't want to hold you down But what if you're more than I could please Could you accept apologies? I don't want to squander all your time I don't want to mislead you I think we both knew that it was done Sorry I had to be the one Sometimes I wish it were the other way around I wish you weren't supposed to be set free |
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Living a life, without any future
Just unending appetite, for petty amusement And you with your woes You?e food on the table You?e cash in your pocket So why are you crying Prince of America, hay does your tears run so rampantly Are you not satisfied, in your world without context? Where everything's trivial, and nothing has meaning Not even the throne you're heir to Prince of the world So much to see, so much information The people in Kosovo, the villages burning It? all entertainment, quickly forgotten It doesn't make any sense to me So why are you crying How could you know which rung you stand on? You never had to make the climb You never thought to look beneath you Ignoring the throne you're heir to Prince of the world Prince of America |
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Floating like driftwood
Enslaved by the sea Resolutely refusing to die Without amnesty He? tossed by the waves He? all out of flares Nobody saves Nobody cares Dehydrated lips speak words of despair In unanswered prayer Amidst a sea of words He only hears the sound of sea birds Who only whisper of a world beyond the waves And all those points of light The gently winking stars of night Not out of sight but still his eyes are glazed And though his eyes perforate the horizon He still can't find escape from his world He lifts his head in unwanted motion But he can't see himself tonight Just broken starlight And waves Stupid and headstrong She stands on the beach She? calling his name out But he doesn't hear her voice from where His vessel so small Boat? bullied by waves To nowhere at all Dehydrated lips speak words of despair In unanswered prayer Amidst a sea of words He only hears the sound of sea birds Who only whisper of a world beyond the waves And all those points of light The gently winking stars of night Not out of sight but still his eyed are glazed Keep calling his name Keep calling perhaps he'll hear you Keep calling his name Maybe now he's not the one The one who? exiled form the world of you and me The one who can't be reached the one who's lost at sea The one whose social skills have gone to atrophy The one who drifts apart the one who's lost at sea The one who? lost at sea. Floating like driftwood. |
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