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Awake
03:15
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I don't hear the words you say
you don't mean them anyway
it's not the path to paradise
Even when I'm on the run
sometimes I still love the sun
even when it burns my eyes
Hear the whispers in the trees
carried on a summer breeze
from a long forgotten past
Brother can you spare some time?
I seem to be out of mine
the future always comes too fast
All these things that you have done
they're not fooling anyone
all the games that you would play
in those forgotten summer days
Alder ash and scent of brine
forget all your past mistakes
wintergreen and bark of pine
open your eyes, you are awake
Never had a place to be
don't know what is wrong with me
guess that's kind of sad
Don't know how you got around
can't tell all your ups from downs
lost the things you thought you had
When you look the other way
and you don't care what people say
it was never going to last
Living in forgotten days
all those haunted getaways
the future that had come to pass
Can I get a grain of sand
to feed the burden in my hand?
He just wanted something sweet
The future always comes too fast
sometimes I still love the sun
from a long forgotten past
you're not fooling anyone
The future that had come to pass
even when it burns my eyes
it was never going to last
it's not the path to paradise
Brother, do you have the time?
I seem to have lost all mine
those forgotten summer days
they don't matter anyway
Alder ash and bark of pine
evergreen and climbing vine
what's it really going to take
to let you know that you're awake?
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2. |
Pearl
05:19
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All those Sainted Martyrs out there
standing in the rain
they hear that old song playing
and they start to move again
Is it tomorrow?
Or is tomorrow today?
The whistle blows, but I don't hear it
I'm leaving anyway
So I came and I saw and I went again
I couldn't hang on and be myself
Heaven busted open just to see her smile
it was the greatest thing to happen in a good long while
but when I open my eyes I cannot see it
I cannot feel it, I can't believe it
it takes a lot of pressure just to form a pearl
a little bit of magic in a cold, dark world
Midnight in the garden
under the starless sky
I'd never seen anyone
like her before in my life
the sadness in her eyes
when she looked back at me
I knew just what she had to say
before she had a chance to speak
And it goes on and on and on and on
the same old story in a brand new song
and I lived and I died and I lived again
but who should I say I've been since then
they came far and wide to sing her praise
transluscent fields of dust and haze
a little bit of magic in a cold, dark world
every mother's son wants to dive for a pearl
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3. |
Comet
03:08
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4. |
The Shadow
04:12
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5. |
Black Sword
04:31
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