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There was a small child, hidden deep in memory
I can see his face, but his name I can’t recall
Running in the front yard, not a care in the world
Bouncing bright red rubber ball
And anything is possible, he can tell
Try to convince him otherwise,
oh you might as well… be talking to a pile of stones
Rubber boots a nd polyester cape, he would soar through the clouds
Fighting evil with passion and brawn
No foe was to big or too strong, none could bring him to his knees
His cardboard sword and his battlefield lawn
In the house right acro ss from his, there lived a little girl
With a funny lisp, and freckles to spare
Our hero picked a fight with the kid calling her names
Twice his size, but our hero wasn’t scared
Trickle of tears and blood flowed down as he fell
Busted lip and a shiner on his eye
So much less is possible, he can tell
Try to convince him otherwise,
oh you might as well… be talking to a pile of stones
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Turn back the clocks, for tonight we will travel back through space and time
Before we realized we had so many limits in this life
Turn back the clocks, for tonight we will travel back through space and time
Before we realized we had so many limits in this life
Stand at the edge of, everything that’s secure
Ready to jump off, and abandon our fears
We will believe that mountains will move
All that’s required, is a single word from you
Turn back the clocks, for tonight we will travel back through space and time
Before we realized we had so many limits in this life
We lived with conviction, and no impossibilities
Sought no one’s approval and we didn’t aim to please
Only confined by, the dreams we could dream
Unstoppable focus, or so it would seem
Turn back the clocks, for tonight we will travel back through space and time
Before we realized we had so many limits in this life
I do believe, the more we learn, the less we know
The world tends to be smaller as knowledge grows
Turn back the clocks, for tonight we will travel back through space and time
Before we realized we had so many limits in this life
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3. |
Ballad of The Birdies
04:49
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I can’t seem to fly away from here
We’re stuck here for a while
Baby the look on your face has made that much clear
I can’t seem to fly away from here
We’re stuck here for a while
Baby the look on your face has made that much clear
The dawn is breaking you can tell by the way that the light is flooding in
Through the cracks in the curtains and the ballad of the birdies is starting to begin
The Song they sing is in the Key of C with a range none can compare
I lost the pieces of the puzzle and the answer to the riddle can’t seem to find it anywhere
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to run
Times Are trying and it simply is no fun
Ah ah ah oh oh oh oh (or something)
I can’t seem to fly away from here
We’re stuck here for a while
Baby the look on your face has made that much clear
I keep on searching for the end of maze trying to find my way out
But fickle are the feelings and deceitful are the days that mark the outset of this rout
We promised we would prosper whether sick or well neither of us could foresee
The torrent of tribulation beating us down like a windblown baby tree
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to run
Times Are trying and it simply is no fun
Have no fear girl there is no reason to pout
I’m hear forever, sticking around without a doubt
Ah ah ah oh oh oh oh (or something)
I can’t seem to fly away from here
We’re stuck here for a while
Baby the look on your face has made that much clear
I can’t seem to fly away from here
We’re stuck here for a while
Baby the look on your face has made that much clear
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4. |
Much Too Late
04:43
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Turn, the wheels are turning
And dust flies through the air
Awake the deepest yearnings
Blinded by the glare
Race, my heart is racing
Hands start to shake
I have trouble embracing
Forgetting what’s at stake
Filling up your clouded mind, you begin to believe the lies
And it comes as no surprise, begins to decay
Trying hard to find a way, to raise your head above the waves
But this gnawing feeling stays, cant stop, wont stop
I think it’s much to late, but I’m not close enough to see it
I think we’re bound to repeat it, we’re addicted to the pain
When everything’s alright, we know that something must be wrong
In no time we’ll step out of line, this elation wont last long
Burst, dark clouds are bursting
There’ll be rain for days
Lost child is searching, trying to find her way
Filling up your clouded mind, you begin to believe the lies
And it comes as no surprise, begins to decay
Trying hard to find a way, to raise your head above the waves
But this gnawing feeling stays, cant stop, wont stop
I think it’s much to late, but I’m not close enough to see it
I think we’re bound to repeat it, we’re addicted to the pain
When everything’s alright, we know that something must be wrong
In no time we’ll step out of line, this elation wont last long
I’ve gotta find a way to let hope in, gotta find a way
I’ve gotta find a way to let hope in, gotta find a way
I’ve gotta find a way to let hope in, gotta find a way
I've gotta find a way to let hope in, gotta find a way find a way
I’ve gotta find a way to let hope in, gotta find a way
I've gotta find a way to let hope in, gotta find a way find a way
[Filling up your clouded mind, you begin to believe the lies
And it comes as no surprise, begins to decay]
I’ve gotta find a way to let hope in, gotta find a way
[Trying hard to find a way, to raise your head above the waves
But this gnawing feeling stays, cant stop, wont stop]
I've gotta find a way to let hope in, gotta find a way find a way
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5. |
Fires of Hell
04:17
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There’s a fork in the path, that I’m walking on
I know I’ve got to choose, I cant seem to make up mind
Its clear to see, by the time I’m done
I wont know my up from down or where the hell we belong
Burn it too the ground (4x)
We keep track of every dime we make
Throw all our pennies in a wishing well
Sweat, blood, and tears just to make our mark
But it all burs up in the fires of hell (2x)
Wrestling my thoughts
I swear I’m going to come out on top
No they’ve got me pinned
I’m so close to giving in, giving in
We go crazy racking our brains
By the time this thing lands,
We’ve all gone insane
We keep track of every dime we make
Throw all our pennies in a wishing well
Sweat, blood, and tears just to make our mark
But it all burs up in the fires of hell
Fears, hope, tears, and pain
Every choice seems to turn out the same
Feels like I can’t win
I’m so close to giving in, giving in
We go crazy racking our brains
By the time this thing lands,
We’ve all gone insane
We keep track of every dime we make
Throw all our pennies in a wishing well
Sweat, blood, and tears just to make our mark
But it all burs up in the fires of hell (2x)
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6. |
Once in a Blue Moon
03:44
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Girl don’t get carried away
Fog rolls in thick off of New York’s water ways
City swallowed whole before our eyes
Stars on the Atlantic attempt a compromise
And almost inconceivably, blue moon appears lighting up the sea
Equally uncommon is the way I fell in love with you today
Boy don’t get carried away
I’m moving across the country to San Francisco’s Bay
Sorry I’m no your blue moon
Your heart it was cheated. Your eyes played tricks on you
And unrelenting are the clouds, the evening lights stay hidden in the shroud
Unrelenting are the clouds, the evening lights stay hidden in the shroud
Let’s both get carried away
The fog it has lifted, the night has turned to day
Colors from a distant sunrise
Daybreak depicts beauty on the canvas of the skies
I’d follow you anywhere, no matter how far you decide to go
Don’t be afraid to open up. You’ll feel it in your heart, this I know…
You’ll feel it in your heart, this I know.
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