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Children
05:44
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Children
White sheets of the ghostly kind, pipe dreams will control your mind
Night seems to have fallen down behind the time of day
Jungle where screams will die I stand alone and cry
Oh someone tell me when can the children come and play
In the closet there’s a key, and it is guarded carefully
To keep the fear in us, with no appearance of
The one’s that’ll come and haunt me as I try to lay
In my room, that will be my tomb and
I like the sun will begin to create my own shade
And turn to dust, all the demons of
My mind and now I can not be afraid
You gotta love you child, or they’ll be soldiers
Love your child, for they’re the holders
Of the fire, that will ignite us
Into one, to cure the plight of the world at hand
You understand that this must be done
They warn in the form of audio, never been so bothered so
And again on a thin line balance your mind unless
You find a great advance, in the fear and game of chance and dance
Till the body tires into weary rest
And in the echoes of my room, I hide and wait to be entombed
So that I can be born again, without all the lies and sin
To a prior time of entire human happiness
Appease them, or you will be the one that frees them
With no government to lead them
What will happen to the children, the children
And all that we need, is to rid ourselves of greed
And become one whole again, all good will control and then
We will walk out of the darkness
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Pilots
05:13
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Pilots
Take a good look at yourself
You got to realize you ain’t the only eyes that need some help
The mirrors on the wall that surround you, are starting to show through
Thicken up that makeup girl, cover up that hue
Thicken up that makeup girl, cover up that hue
Only Mary knows, the storage of you soul, will the pilots come
The line of friend or foe, is starting to erode, will the pilots come
Take the path at dawn
Later on you and I gonna run, into the sun, into the sun
A poet, a plane, a kid with no name, he’s helpless
You know that in the end, we got to remain selfless
Only Mary knows, the storage of your soul, will the pilots come
The line of friend or foe, is starting to erode, will the pilots come
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Poorly Sewn Together
05:06
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The Revelation
03:24
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The Revelation
I ride my pony up to the station
But nobody wanna bring me the mail
A million people scream out in elation
This old book I’m reading getting stale
Why are there so many people running outside
My momma said they were all safe now but she lied
Now they’re knocking at my window
They’re gonna come take me away
Hey you preacher
I thought you were the healer
But you hide, you hide, your just like those you criticize
Oh you run, you run, from what you’ll face when you’re done
Why are there so many people running outside
My momma said they were all safe now but she lied
Now they’re knocking at my window
They’re gonna come take me away
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A Song for the Winos
03:32
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A Song for the Winos
I know you’re gonna be wasting your time
If you find yourself in front of the line
You’re losing your powers by laying in towers of gold
Are you gonna be the shaman or the one whose black and burning into coals
I hope you find, what you’re looking for
Babe it’s me, standing at your door
And I took, what you gave to me and
Turned it into wine
Now drink from the fruit of the vine
Might as well put a finger on vagabond babies
Shackle and chain with no name and turn ‘em into slavery
I hope you picked the right time, on time, it’s time, your time to go
Drop what you’re doing, and take a dive into the unknown
I hope you find, what you’re looking for
Babe it’s me, standing at your door
And I took, what you gave to me and
Turned it into wine
Now drink from the fruit of the vine
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The Well
05:33
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The Well
Into my window the buckets of gin flow a long way
Before they find their way back home
A touch of your skin with the state that I’m in
And you’ll bring back unwanted company
All of my life I’ve known
The secret of surviving so alone
Come get your fill of my wishing well
Never can tell about my wishing well
Come get your fill and fare the well, till I’m a little older
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