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Damn Wires
01:42
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At night I find myself
sleepless in the sheets.
Covers pulled tightly around me
in hopes that the fear doesn't catch up.
I lie awake for hours
wondering if I could have changed your damn mind
when we were sitting in that waiting room
filling out those papers.
This was the first mistake I had ever made.
My mouth was dry for weeks.
I couldn't speak of it.
You made me into what I am today.
Somewhere in the midst of May.
I couldn't help myself if I wanted to.
But I'll be okay.
I always have been.
These damn wires are pulling at my guts.
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2. |
Through
00:34
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I was standing in the back room
of that Goddamn apartment
when you told me that we were through
that we could never last
and you took a part of me
swore you would never leave.
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3. |
Lee Scott Denim
02:42
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He took the stage to speak
what he believed was true.
Remembering all the times he lied.
My Mother dare not speak;
her eyes filled with tears
and they slide.
Father held in his anger
with his fists clinched tightly;
brushing his hand across
the love of his life.
We raised the casket higher,
one by one stepping toward the lowly depths.
We lowered him down saying our goodbyes.
"He would have been so proud
to see you in that suit."
But I just couldn't see it,
I don't understand.
And he lived his life that way
in the shitty part of town
with no one who cared.
But still the seasons continue to change
and no one really speaks of that time anyway.
That's the last I heard.
"He would have been so proud"
But he's not here anymore.
It doesn't mean its not true.
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4. |
5:30 AM, May 4th
02:27
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I was barely ten years old
early in the month of May
and I remember the things they used to say
and how it's never been the same
since he passed away.
it's never been the same.
Few stand strong
for so many years.
There we saw the foundation
of a well lived man.
Deserving of so much more, but very little was given.
The passing of a man whose heart was right;
And all the people cursed his name.
They buried him beside the highway
in that old cemetery near the tracks.
And I still look that way
when I drive by.
Sometimes I stop and pray
to a God that I hope knows my name.
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