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Mother Earth
01:35
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I found a reason
To hang on by the skin of my teeth
Don't you get it?
Don't you get that sinking feeling too?
My mother earth I'll be the dirt
I'll be the grass beneath your feet
And I will follow
Oh yeah I will be your shadow
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Hand-Drawn
04:50
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I only wish, for you, safe travels
From meadows to forgotten shores
And when you reach the end
I hope the world will give you more
The Eastern Winds are always blowing
And in my mirror you are hand-drawn
All of you and all of me
Put me in a box and ship me out to sea
I will not wait, I'll see you 'round
Do what you want, say what you mean to say
I will not wait, I'll see you 'round
Do what you want, say what you mean to say
Hurry don't be late, feet on the ground now
Go where you please, but please don't stay
But it seems that we're getting older now
It was always meant to happen somehow
But who'd've thought it happen like this?
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3. |
Chocolate Pocket
04:07
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Honey
05:11
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If love is real, then I've seen it's face
In the summersault eyes of a newborn child
You're skin is honey and I want a taste
So let's stay the night in and lay here a while
Put a stick to the sand and we'll draw a line
That we dare not cross until the morn'
I want the work and the fault to be mine
Throw a log in the fire to keep us warm
Oh, what a web that we weave
You'll find comfort in the morning
Oh, what were you expecting from me?
All restless, broke, and concerning
Together we'll find hope in a new place
Through sea-salt we'll grow like plants in the wild
We'll watch as the raindrops trace lines on our face
As we stand reconciled, still-framed, center aisle
Your skin is honey and I want a taste
Embrace me and turn my water to wine
I'll find a way to breakthrough to you
Pack up and leave our problems behind
Oh, what a web that we weave
You'll find comfort in the morning
Oh, what were you expecting from me?
All restless, broke, and concerning
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5. |
This Time
05:56
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What should we do?
And where should we go?
We'll find a place to call our very own
Let's take a walk
It's alright we don't have to talk that much
It's such a beautiful day to wonder what we're doing here
Who should we be?
Let's leave it 'til tomorrow to find out
Meanwhile we'll pretend to act as if we've got better things to do
I'll be the tongue-tied
And you can be the quiet type
And we'll find a way to communicate
Oh no I've been found out
Here we go this time
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