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It Never Feels The Same
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I have a friend who lost a part of himself when he lost her.
She was the missing part in the storybook that he'd been trying to write,
But I've learned that first drafts don't end up the way we always hoped they would.
Just look at me I'm mixing metaphors like they're just party drinks.
But when you’ve had enough it all begin to taste the same, I think,
And I can’t stare in one direction long enough to walk a line.
Oh, she was drinking with her sister and her friends like she belonged,
And that’s all that anyone has longed for on this earth all along.
We keep trying to get back, but it never feels the same.
Is it you or is it me? Is it someone or something?
Is it anything at all or is it all just in my head?
Like you said a word too many times and now it sounds so strange.
It sounds so strange, it sounds so strange, it sounds so strange...
Sometimes It’s hard to figure out where I have been and where I’m going,
I just wish I hadn’t started writing this here song in pen;
I know I’m not alone but I have made my share of mistakes,
A spot of ink or crossed out word must show on every single page.
I’ve counted sheep, but nothing ever seems to help me fall asleep,
I’m wide awake some nights reliving all our antiquated fights.
Here’s hoping images will show themselves if I stare long enough,
Some doctors say that what you see will tell you things about yourself.
We keep trying to get back, but it never feels the same.
Is it you or is it me? Is it someone or something?
Is it anything at all or is it all just in my head?
Like you said a word too many times and now it sounds so strange.
It sounds so strange, it sounds so strange, it sounds so strange...
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There are a few words that I would have said,
About the way you made me feel like I was dead.
Too late for red flags to unfurl
Cause you turned out to be the girl
Who...
The girl who made me feel the weight of a world gone wrong,
She'd make me whisper near a thousand or so sad songs.
Too late for white flags to unfurl
Cause you turned out to be the girl
Who...
...Never broke my heart,
I never felt the tears of parting.
It's not a story only told in songs and books,
That was the chance that we both took.
There are a few words that I'll never say,
But am I blind for having not seen through dark days.
Too late for red flags to unfurl
Cause you turned out to be the girl,
Yeah, you turned out to be the girl
Oh, you turned out to be the girl
Who...
Never broke my heart.
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Red lipstick and blue-eyed boy who was tickled pink,
Just to be with you.
And though she was acting coy,
I think that deep down she had feelings for him too.
Colors set against bleach white space,
Shoes on marble echo through the halls.
And each frame was in it's place,
All those memories hang like paintings on a wall.
And the old bookshop, which had smelled of time,
Where the cold outside seemed to lead us by design,
It kept us warm and felt like home
The day we turned the first page in a story of our own.
The Golden Palace and the Great Sand Dunes,
And the Rocky Mountains, each breathtaking view.
Oh, the silver light of moon,
There are many things I'd like to see with you.
In the graveyard with the blood red sky
We were lying there dreaming this would never die,
That we'd both go home to same little patch ground
When we're old and grown so tired of hanging around.
And truth be told I think that we won't die alone.
No, you and I won't die alone.
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Film About a Mountain
04:59
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Well it's days like day I prefer my own eyes
Too seeing through a camera's lens.
But a picture will last, oh a hundred long years
Full of days like today that all end.
And this song's only got one hundred sixty-some words
And they say a picture's worth more.
But when the sun, leaves the sky words will fail to describe,
And I guess that's why God gave us chords.
At the end of your days see how far you came
And know it all adds up to a single frame
In a film about a mountain.
Well it's days like today that I wish you were here,
Cause sometimes I'm not sure we exist.
But when two sets of eyes glimpse the same golden sky
Well the truth comes in focus a bit.
At the end of our days see how far we came
And know it all adds up to a single frame
In a film about a mountain.
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John Stuart Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
I will solve my riddle to the music of the lyre.
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