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Oranges In The Sun
04:10
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The sweetest oranges always seem to be the toughest to peel
And I'm not really sure just how and when and why I should feel,
So I guess the best that I can do is try to keep it real.
Love is not a hole that you fall into.
No, it's a hill that you must climb.
I almost lost the map I drew to find some different kind of truth,
But hidden treasure's not worth much when it turns out to be fool's gold
And hide n' seek's a game for kids and I'm just starting to grow old.
Love is not a hole that you fall into.
No, it's a hill that you must climb.
It's like insomnia keeps me from putting my old ways to bed,
But I've grown tired of staring at the pretty girls that pass my by
And I will dream you were the only one to ever catch my eye.
Love is not a hole that you fall into.
No, it's a hill that you must climb.
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Something I Had Missed
03:58
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I'm still waiting on a message from God,
But the receptions never been so great down here.
Am I unsure, or am I paralyzed by fear?
I'm still carving out the dash in between
The two numbers on a stone named after me.
Is that my fate or was I meant for something more?
I am walking through a mist.
With every step I find something I had missed.
I find my heart is always torn in between
My aspirations and reflections of my past.
I don't know much, but I know time moves too fast.
I am walking through a mist.
With every step I find something I had missed.
You can wait for a sign,
Or try to find your way
And trust that in time it all grows clear.
I am walking through a mist.
With every step I find something I had missed.
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Forty Days And Nights
03:23
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We should have gone home hours ago,
But nothing ever goes according to plan.
They say nothing good happens this late,
But we're hoping to make an honest mistake.
Those seven drinks must have gone to his head
And into your mouth on his tongue.
Please little girl, don't swallow that poison it kills.
You left your fingerprints all over her skin,
But no one will find clues they're not looking for.
You'd give it all up for a morsel of bread,
Oh, you'd give up your seat at the wedding feast.
These forty days and nights in this place feel so long
When you're here and you've forgotten why.
We're prodigal sons getting drunk on the blood and the wine.
Our destination's always just out of sight,
So we keep looking back at the banks of the Nile.
But is it worth to turn back around,
When the end of the road might be just a few miles?
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The Last Bus
03:20
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Standing on a street corner,
Waiting for the last bus out of town
Because I missed the one I should be on,
So I will take this one instead.
And I look up and watch the colors blur,
Green, yellow, then to red,
And try to keep my tired head from falling down
And pray this one will carry me to bed.
The fare home claims the last of my spare change
At three quarters to midnight hour.
The driver watches silently while I
Begin to shuffle down the aisle
To one of many empty seats no one
Has filled in quite a while
And try to hold an awkward smile with all my powers
And watch the hands that keep time to the miles.
Feet return to pavement now,
Stepping off the last bus far behind
The one I missed and though I should on,
And that will never leave my head.
And I look down consulting maps to find
What I have often read:
It's not that path that both have tread, it's only time
And never space that kept me from my bed.
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John Stuart Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
I will solve my riddle to the music of the lyre.
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