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Backtrack To Sherwood
04:31
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Lend me your ears and only your ears for I have an anecdote to share about an orphan born a child to a family of doctors and liars ; left with nothing but his dreams an a bottle of liquor. A hope to be the greatest writer Florida has ever bared, but before we share his story I must share a tale ; about his inspirations the delegates the Freemasons. This is a flashback a Backtrack To Sherwood.
We're gonna make this count
We are the delegates and Freemasons
And from the bottom of our hearts
Architects of beauty with a sleeve so conspicuously
Sheltered and hidden with nothing left to see
We're burning and drowning within the act
Of scenes or so it seemed until the seams were sewn
To keep my conscience clean I'll keep my liquor down
I don't remember your name but I remember your sound
To keep my conscience clean I'll keep my liquor down
So hold your breath I'll hold whoever's next in line
We're burning bridges to get to work
(So get to work)
With no incentive to come back home
(No)
I don't believe in anything except the lust of love
I don't pursue I won't presume that this is what I want
I'm just a mess a man of a thousand words
Summarized in four
"I need this more"
Than "your love then your trust with a rendezvous"
And most of all I never really needed you
Don't let your used tongue slip away
On avenues where the snow starts way too late
Cover up it's way too soon for dancing on a Summer's Spring
If we were acting this would be a perfect Hollywood scene
Don't leave I don't wanna watch you walk away
As much as I wanted to yesterday
Oh my God what the Hell have I done?
They say a poet's just a writer who found a new faith, may it be from God, His Love, a passion or hate. Every letter's a passage every word is a novel. When the words hit your eyes they hit your heart and sing like this.
Whoa oh
Every letter's a passage every word is a novel
When the words hit your eyes they hit your heart and sing
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This Is Birth
03:10
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Bellwether
03:45
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Every single town has a secret a chest of lies
(I'm too scared to let this go)
(It's hiding our demise)
HIdden deep beneath but it's right in front of our eyes
(Set me free)
(Because I'm too scared to let you know)
Sick and tired of being left alone
No motivation in the undertone
My eyes are burning faster than the tip of your blunt so I'll be
So short and sweet ; another bottle down I swear you'll love me
I'll find my destination regarding some information
That could change the world for better or for worse
But if I could change just one thing
I swear to God that I'll be happy
And that's the way it goes when all your friends are ghosts
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They asked who I miss more than anyone else
I said "I miss myself."
So burn it down and let me bleed
Don't blame yourself on the word collapsing and turning
I never said that what you did
Never said that it was wrong
Chase your dreams and I'll write you a love song
I need you to paint all the ugly words I say
Make em pretty and beautiful just like your face
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Talk just a little more I need your voice to stay awake
(Conneticut never felt so cold)
(I need you to sleep)
I can't go crazy if my eyes are open
(I need you here right back at home)
(I need you to dream)
My mother told me to stay asleep if I wanna dream
(Brother so scarcely I need you right with me)
(Please don't die I need you alive)
And if I opened my eyes I'd tear apart every seam
But mother all I have is lust
A lust for love and a hate for much
If much was time and time stood still
A passion for passion could make the whole world ill
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I need this right now cuz
My eyes are only open to the sound of your love
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They asked who I miss more than anyone else
I said "I miss myself."
So burn it down and let me bleed
Don't blame yourself on the word collapsing and turning
I never said that what you did
Never said that it was wrong
Chase your dreams and I'll write you a love song
I need you to paint all the ugly words I say
Make em pretty and beautiful just like your face
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Ruby (Interlude 1)
01:30
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Portrait Of A Poet
03:08
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Grotto (Interlude 2)
00:40
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