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Wicked Weapons
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Tempting me again, indecent and serene
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Crave your wicked ways, awoken from a dream
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I have got a song, it hasn't seen the light
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We'll sing it together when the time is right
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All the tiny moments soon over and done
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All crashing together before they've begun
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You would meet me halfway waiting for the night
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The rest will go away waiting for the light
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Now you broke your promise, leave with whom you please
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Take your fiendish kindness far away from me
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Lying on the floor telling you to quit
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Such a lovely girl but not everyone will see it
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Elegance, composure, and confidence beckons
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I love your wicked weapons
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It's been cold years since back on Broad Street
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And you haven't got a clue
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Since I was crazed, spending all the days with you
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- Mike Ledwith |
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Feel The Same
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Hey am I to blame?
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And does everyone around me feel the same?
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Am I the sole convicted and ashamed?
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Or does everyone around me feel the same?
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Cause I can't think of why things are the way
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They seem to be and everybody's strange
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One gives in while another takes the reins
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Wondering of the limits for their games
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Working hard to look the other way
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While someone's at our pockets every day
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Well I wonder why we work so hard to stay
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But does everyone around me feel the same?
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I work to find a little brighter day
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Search the sun to provide a brighter ray
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But I'm certain some things certainly never change
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Yet the world keeps turning at a steady pace
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And I wonder if we ever stop the race
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Would all our sovereign trophies be erased?
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Where are all our hope and morals placed,
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When everything around me's looking staged?
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And I wonder if we ever stop the race,
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The underdog stop working all his days...
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Well I'd love to see a little bit brighter day
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But does everyone around me feel the same?
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What a world we're living in these days
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Our thoughts only as deep as we relate
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The cost of leaning on one more escape
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The cost of leaving with so much at stake
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Well the heart belongs inside its narrow cage
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With a mind that keeps on narrowing with age
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For a thief to find the error of his ways
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He must resign to forfeit all his gains
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- Josiah Solberg |
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Lives We Lead
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We pass through the years, today another today
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We think we’re so essential, that we have no debt to pay.
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Chimneys blow out smoke, the world just groans and sighs,
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As buses exhale people, we tell our hurtful lies.
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What’s it really for, these moments that we steal?
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They pass us by so quickly, made up of things unreal.
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We watch the storms roll in, angry clouds puffed out,
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Purple skies of rage, and all we do is shout.
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Life’s left me broken, our words fall out in emptiness,
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But we keep running scared, and wonder at our loneliness.
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We find our strength unwavering, but shrouded in regretfulness
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We cry out in grief and shame, calling out Your name.
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Tomorrow in the next town, we’ll be somebody new.
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These many lives we lead, are but wistful dreams come true.
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We start our story over, maybe make amends,
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But once we are back home again, we’re not who we’ve just been.
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I try to be myself, find a good way through
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Known for truth and love in life, to share with you and you
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Someday our stories will collide, oh what can we do
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But live in truth and love alone, to share with you, just you.
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Live in truth and love alone, and find my way with you.
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- Jenn D'Alessio |
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Floating Away
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The tally is counted, lines drawn in the sand
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And all that I've wanted I held in my hand
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A simple desire and an easier plan
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To be well aware of our dreams
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Though life is so vital we hold it to be
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The greatest of rivals, the wisest of thieves
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And death seems to welcome my health and disease
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What else would I then choose to see?
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Well I've seen enough now then to know
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To know that I'll never be sure
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Of anything I've known as I go
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And certainly nothing from here
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We're floating away...
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The warning before us, we went our own ways
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The joy of discourse is the curse in our veins
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No more do we search, we've accepted our fate
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The king laying down his own crown
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When mourning of weakness and rage of remorse
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Come suddenly deepening our open sores
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Stuck in the waves, losing sight of our shores
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This anchor is pulling us down
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Hey..we're floating away
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I try to see what lies underneath
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The shallow and the deep
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The shadows we believe
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The showoff and the meek
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The ship of our misery has taken its course
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No time to decide what is mine versus yours
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Our vessel is breaking, our sails have been torn
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And the wind is our master again
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With courage we know that to stay is to die
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But how can we win with an eye for an eye?
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A villainous twist now begins in the sky
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And I think we are living the end
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- Josiah Solberg |
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Better Than Whiskey
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Let's go, let's go, see they're heading down the road
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Following the ticker-tape parade
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Seeing old GC, contemplating joyously
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Of liberty and the home that she has made
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Let's go, let's go, we're headed to Bedloe's
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Following the shouts and accolades
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They're yearning to breathe free, send them tempest-tost to me
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The wretched refuse long since cast away
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And you stand for freedom, we're not defeated
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It's better than whiskey and it warms my heart
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Let's go, let's go on a boat on which we've stowed
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Breathing of the freedom of the day
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We'll find autonomy on an island in the sea
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And liberty and the home that she has made
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A whole new life we've found here for us
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Opportunity, a people pure and just
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And now we see for our home and family
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Freedom, sovereignty for us
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You're tarnished now and green, and just a bit obscene
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A far cry from what once you were for us
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Still watching everyday, Our freedom thrown away
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Long thrown aside and trampled in the dust
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You used to stand for freedom, we've been defeated
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Give me the whiskey to still my heart
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- Mike Ledwith |
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Get A Little Irish
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If you're tired of the hipster boys and life has got you sour
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You need a smile upon your face, you need not feel so dour
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You need a celebration of all life has to give
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A little Irish inside of you will make you feel festive
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So go and read some Oscar Wilde or William Butler Yeats
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Or go and kiss the Blarney Stone to help articulate
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Or set aside your cosmo glass and try a Guinness Stout
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A little Irish inside you will make you jump and shout
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If you get a little Irish in you, if you get it in you hard
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Pretend that you're a native from Kinsale or Granard
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So drop a shot into your pint and then you'll start to swing
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A little Irish inside you will make your heart sing
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So we can talk of what to do, of all the in and outs
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This is something which we should think long and hard about
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We'll enjoy a little craic as long as we are here
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A little Irish inside you will make you jump and cheer
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If you get a little Irish in you your heart will start to sing
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We'll talk of fields of Athenry and other sodding things
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So drop a shot into your pint and then lay down your guard
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You need a little Irish in you you need it good and hard
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- Mike Ledwith |
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Broken Promises
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I'm not the man I was
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I don't know what became of him
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I think he might be dead and gone
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Buried and forgotten
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A few too many lies
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A few too many sins
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A few too many promises
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Were broken in the end
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I take a drink of whiskey
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Tastes of tears and broken hearts
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I'd like to try it all again
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But I don't know where to start
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The blindness, the sympathy
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The impotence and rage
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The stupid empty ugliness
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The battles that I waged...
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But how can I begin again
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When there's no good way to start?
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An old man takes my arm
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He asks me for a drop of gin
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His broken battered face
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I wonder what became of him
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He probably had a sweetheart
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A son a daughter too
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Lost all through the empty years
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The things he can't undo
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We share a drop of sorrow
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Its warmth it fills our hearts
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I see my future just lying there
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One I thought I could outsmart
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His hopefulness, his Godliness
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All tattered torn and stained
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The persecution, the retribution
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The love cast off in vain
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But how can he begin again
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When there's no good way to start?
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The things I've done, the things I've said
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The pettiness and spite
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I'll let them go, I'll throw them off
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All ghosts away in flight
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The long and broken promises
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I can't fullfil no more
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I'll let them go, I'll exonerate
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Faith I will try to restore
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But how can we begin again
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When there's no good way to start?
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- Mike Ledwith |
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Lost In A Cage
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Over time I just might lose my mind, my luck is wearing thin
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Sobering thoughts and drunken lullabies are now my only friends
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You wouldn't see the reasons I am wasted in the end
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But it seems that time is wasted hiding places I have been
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To see the world through troubled eyes, I'm blind and I can't win
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When the trials of error covered by the tidal wave of sin
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My comfort's been a lullaby that I've sung in my own head
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It's a wonder I'm alive and more surprising I'm not dead
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Faced with all the trouble I have made
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The struggle only leaves me more afraid
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And it seems I only find myself to blame
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But it's easy to get lost inside a cage
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In a cage time remains
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Till my days forever strange
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And my gaze a silent rage
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Nothing to say, lost in a cage
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My mind is being troubled by this life that I can't change
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I've tried the drugs and drunk the sludge, but memories remain
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The shades of my existence are too many to be named
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I fight just for my freedom to remain under these chains
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Loneliness, my holiness, can someone take control of this old soul?
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My wish, though bold the risk, is never to hold onto this!
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- Josiah Solberg |
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Conversations
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We talked about love, we talked about hate
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And how after a time they start to abate |
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We talked about life we don't appreciate |
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We talked about death and how we can't relate |
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And all I want to do is stay here with you |
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Alone in our hideaway we dance the night away |
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And all I can say is you keep the pain away |
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We talked about pain, how it can be a gift |
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And how that's a fact you can easily miss |
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You told me about joy, I said I don't understand |
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Then you reached out and took my hand |
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You asked me about friends and why they go away? |
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I said its something that I just can't explain |
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Well maybe it's just life, and we'll never understand |
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You say I should let it go, it's all part of the plan |
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We talked about time, how it doesn't care
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How it steals away...it somehow seems unfair |
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We talked about hope, how it cuts both ways |
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How it can lift us up while on our hearts it preys
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And all you want to do we never outgrew |
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So we'll just chip away, have at least one good day
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Maybe we'll meet halfway, let it all die away |
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- Mike Ledwith |
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Together
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Where is the life that I once led
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So innocent and sublime?
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We misunderstand, and run out of time
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So many words left unsaid
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Where is the joy we shared, my friend?
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Together we felt so alive!
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I know it’s not gone, I can’t say goodbye
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Come journey with me to the end
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Emptiness consumes my heart
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Who are you to tell me
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That it’s all okay, apart we will be
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More together than at the start?
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Every book has words to hide
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The stories so cut and pasted
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Open our pages, let no time be wasted
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Discover what’s written inside
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We toil, we laugh, we love ‘til we hurt
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Cherish each other, our melodies wander
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It’s then that I know what words cannot say
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Hold on to each moment, we’ll be alright
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These songs we sing, these notes we play
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Bring us together each day
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Somehow together, we’ll make our way
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Knowing our music is here to stay
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These songs we sing, these notes we play
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Bring us together today
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So gather around, sing a tune with us
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For tomorrow’s a brand new day
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- lyrics Jenn D'Alessio |
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music Jenn D'Alessio, Thomas D'Alessio |
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Who I Am
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I search for your face in my dreams
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'Cause even there I want you next to me
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And I sometimes can't even believe
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That you found me
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I can almost remember the times
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Before I looked into your eyes
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For that was the start of my life
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And it's you and me
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And all the weight of the world
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Disappeared when you took my hand
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You've got all the grace in the world
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And you make me just who I am
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When you tell me that you love me I know
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That it's only from the love that you've shown
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'Cause I wasn't the man that you've known
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Before you found me
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You bring out the best that I am
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Even when I'm a mess of a man
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We've struggled and tested our hand
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But you still chose me
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And I can't thank you enough
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For being my best friend
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And the need to tell you that when life is rough
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I'll hold you until the end
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Yes I'll show you, my best friend
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Forever seems farther away
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And my love for you stronger each day
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All my faults and my fears fade away
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When you are with me
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Thank you for taking my hand
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- Josiah Solberg |
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Dear Friends
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The evening's almost over, it's almost time to leave you
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It's been our pleasure singing for you our dearest friends
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The bar they'll have to close down, we have to pack it up now
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Before we say goodnight now, we'd like for you to know
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We are all good friends now, we are friends and family
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We'll finish this last song now
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Then drink whiskey, gin and brandy
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We'll raise a glass to goodwill, a promise we will fullfil
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We're hoping that we'll see you soon
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You our dearest friends
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You know it's been our pleasure, one which we cannot measure
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Drums guitar and violin we've played for you tonight
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Everything's so crazy, with all you lovely ladies
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Dancing quite delightful, and being oh so fine
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It's time to say goodnight now, they're turning on the lights now
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We're going back to our town, then we'll start it all again
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It's time to say goodnight now, and this it is our true vow
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We're hoping that we'll see you soon, you our dearest friends
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- Mike Ledwith |
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