1. |
A Welcome Allergy
01:59
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if you release yourself from the tower
and reckon the hours, well
the cracks between houses are filled with flowers
a welcome allergy
somethings changed
a deafening silence from rotting pages
pray to the rock of ages
heaven and hell, well, we’re stuck between
sacred narcissist
you're so precious
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2. |
I'll Shout
01:49
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the shame I harbor
is a wash of doubt
a film of oil
in a year long drought
awaking with conflict
a rest at the races
i’m needing the rain
like the plains need horses
i’ll shout i’ll shout
i’ll clap my hands and shout
i’ll shout i’ll shout
i’ll clap my hands and shout
the power we tout
i’ll clap my hands and shout
i’ll bury my hatchet
in an empty shroud
it could have been my savior
or an angel of doubt
call it my balance
or my spinning wheel
for the sake of arguing
what’s fake and what’s real
i’ll shout i’ll shout
i’ll clap my hands and shout
i’ll shout i’ll shout
i’ll clap my hands and shout
the power we tout
i’ll clap my hands and shout
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3. |
Lie With Me
01:52
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i’ve abandoned good manners under your spell
and i’m a bubbling cauldron and your sworn will
well these hands have worked the earth, though the consequences were fire
you’re an ice cold glass of water
lie with me my baby, we’ll die
lie with me my baby
lie with me my baby, we’ll die
lie with me my baby
i'm an honest women with a name of my own
yet i've been wasting words at the edge of the morn
though what's good and true, is done is done
well i'm my brothers keeper and my saviors son
lie with me my baby, we’ll die
lie with me my baby
lie with me my baby, we’ll die
lie with me my baby
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4. |
Only My Sin
02:07
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with words i’ll fake it
love we’ll make it
well one day baby
we’ll roll like bowling pins
we’ll roll like bowling pins
the truth is pining
but time keeps spinning
i'll pace steps
and plunge into the great blue depths
plunge into the great blue depth
it's only my sin
it's only my sin
the love you gave it
will feed salvation
and remind heaven
that you belong on the other side
i'll see on the better side
five years later
when we’re buried
i'll come calling
wearing my sunday's best
wearing sunday's best
it's only my sin
it's only my sin
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5. |
Patience Is A Promise
02:22
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the mundane hours, i’m wasting
their starting to toll on my wages
i'll forget about the trades we’re burning
and learn to use the hammer i’m swinging
if patience is a promise
then comfort is my curse
memories are a dying man
with an empty last wish
waste myself, trying to set the table
for a relic i’ve lashed on facts and fable
one place for the sorrow in my stables
the rest been laid on crooked gables
if patience is a promise
then comfort is my curse
memories are a dying man
with an empty last wish
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