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When the dogs are asleep,
Swollen feet drag into this house.
When the boys are in bed,
You can lift all the burdens,
That lie, on your fingers and eyes.
And all the memories we throw away.
Its all gone down,
Its all gone now.
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Crawling through the muck and spit,
Of seven sister past.
Grooming the dirt and twigs,
Out from my knotted fur.
I'll file down my horns,
Just to be, close with you.
Biting my swollen tongue,
From this tribal curse.
Searching for the broken words,
Scattered on the floor.
I'll file down my horns,
Just to fall, front with you.
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Where is the one I lost,
Behind burning eyes
Floating from room to room,
masked in disguise
This ghostl warhouse,
Beacons no names.
My silent eulogies,
Fall in vain.
I won't pretend if you don't
I'll never ask you to let go,
I'll always be there, if you won't,
And I won't pretend if you don't
How did we end up here,
without compromise.
Tiptoeing past the day,
Of what was left behind.
I won't pretend if you don't
I'll never ask you to let go,
I'll always be there, if you won't,
And I won't pretend if you don't
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Every single morning breathe, I hide away.
Whistling on the falling wind, keeps me safe.
All this time.
I've been waiting,
All this time.
Oh Lord, here me say
These sins that I've engraved,
I wear as scars from youthful days.
Every mile that I see, is in the fade.
Drifting through the howling dark, keeps me awake
All my life.
I've been saving all my life,
For you.
Oh Lord, here me say
These sins that I've engraved,
I wear as scars from youthful days.
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The ground beneath has broken,
Off, into the sea
The trail of words not spoken,
Stretches miles behind me.
And look I'm free falling,
But like my stars, I'm free
Nothings, ever working out for me.
A Lonely crowd on a lonesome night,
In a beaten down shack.
We're not all gonna grow up just to die,
Of another heart attack,
Oh, I'm so glad that I'm living off the beaten track.
Nothings, ever working out for me.
As I drift sideways, into that starry blue.
Its not my fate to wonder why,
I still wish I knew.
And as the prophet said to the preacher,
Oh God, what can I do?
Nothings ever working out for me.
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released October 12, 2011