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Lost Cause
03:00
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And I know, the time when she wakes up.
And I know, the time when she sleeps.
For I was there to escort her, to both times.
And I know, the places they'll go to.
The people they'll see.
I don't care to know, I don't care to know.
But today, today will be different.
'Cause I won't pay no mind.
(Only to)
This rain.
Say, as beautiful as it is simple.
Swear it's all I need to ease the headaches.
Brings me back home.
Tell them, I wish them good luck.
But, save your breathe for the drops on the concrete.
Seep and stay your while, long as you please.
Long as you please.
And I know, the time when she wakes up.
She'll rise in his arms.
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Little Annie
03:30
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And Grandma still has the dress on her wall.
And Grandpa took all the blame when none was his.
And Uncle, with his kind heart didn't mean to.
And Uncle, with his sweet heart didn't mean to.
But they thought.
What could go wrong, what could go wrong.
I've seen.
Little Annie, Annie Marie.
Of darker days, life as you live.
Of darker days, life as...
And all that I beg, is to live in light.
That there is a way, much more than an organ.
That beats in your chest, much more than an organ.
That beats in our chest.
What could go wrong, what could go wrong.
I've seen.
She's home, she's home.
What could go wrong, what could go wrong.
Little Annie, Annie Marie.
And Uncle, with his sweet heart didn't mean to.
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Of Better Days
03:22
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The table on which I write, with wood and its few features.
These never bought my sight, worth far less than the bleachers.
Alone I sit with this, the more I seem to see.
What it means to admit, that these I will carry.
Worth far more than thoughts for thoughts don't last long.
All is okay.
All is alright.
No it's not too windy, no it's not too bright.
The wood left unsoaked.
From the rain of last night.
And although this wood will rot.
It's served past its purpose.
For my friend and I here, have shared more than past noticed.
And although not here, alone I will sit.
And although not here, alone I sit.
The table on which I write, of gold and all its features.
On the last day caught my sight.
A seat, of worth, and of hers.
Alone I yell for you, I'll lose my voice gladly.
And give my voice to spit and sneer of days with you spent happy.
Of gold, days spent by your side were always.
Of gold, there were better days than these.
The days spent by your side.
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Welcomed Charlotte, North Carolina
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