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Kid Love
03:21
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Sleep in darkness, wake at light, taught to write and read what you like
Love your family, make new friends, learn to reason and play pretend
To like the girls and to feel kid love, to knocked down and to get back up
So make mistakes, put weight on your shoulders, at any other time you'll only be older
You can't promise love, so live it up, and give out, and try your luck
Steal a kiss, hit and miss in this world of pain for a taste of bliss
To be the difference, the resistance to a system that promotes distance
Once you've spent one night safe from harm, sleeping sound with both sets of arms
It's a hard return, a heart set to burn, to be told that you can't reap what you've earned
Now you're left with little more than your name, after all the blows that you've sustained
With what little pride remains, I bet you can't wait to be in love again
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Don't Say You're Sorry
04:06
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If I had only half the love I've received, I'd still be better off than half the country's middle children in the age of TV. What you've done is turned a child into a seed because we all grow up at our own speed. Age never married maturity. When one becomes a parent, they might finally see that it becomes apparent that love's what we need
Don't say you're sorry for growing old
The things you've taught me can't be bought or sold
I'll love you always and I'm not alone
I'll love you always
Cut from a cloth stitched of seed and stem. Sometimes one of us, sometimes one of them. A scale where more wight's needed on the other end. A love they both defeated, yet still defend and argue in circles that will never end. So why even bother doing it again? You'll both come around and I'll still be here, but someday the ground will house what I hold most dear.
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Your Shoes
03:32
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I'm a third son, you are a second-rate friend, you were my first love and zero's where you end up on a scale of what you mean to me. You tried to close your case, wouldn't state a guilty plea. Now you wanna know if I'm missing you still? You ought to know that your shoes weren't so hard to fill.
I helped you to help me hurt myself by keeping you around instead of somebody else, so settle for little and expect less and have a little listen to this lovelessness. Now you wanna know if I'm missing you still? You ought to know that your shoes weren't so hard to fill.
I don't ride the rumor train, go ahead and say what you want. I don't need to call you names, I like what I get for what I got. We will never be the same, yet you're still hopin' I'm broken and open to start again. Just because we're both to blame, doesn't mean that you get another shot.
You were just acting to get started until your passion was born, but you forgot that I delivered and then you cut the cord.. Seeking independence and racking up new debts, your typical relationship late-payments that you just love to leave unmet. Now you wanna know if I'm missing you still? You ought to know that your shoes weren't so hard to fill.
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Mother's Silence
03:45
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No pleasure in your presence, you are uneasy. A lifetime is the sentence for the birth of me. My brothers and my sisters, nothing could mean more. We've learned to live with difference, to exist outside of the sides of this war.
To young to know why the fighting started, how can I help to make it end, the stake to take a stand, I could be discarded from you love again.
When there's anger in your movement, of course it spreads around. There've been times we've talked about it, other times we've had to shout 'cause a mother's silence is deafening, keeps her children's heads hung. Resenting has never been part of defending the unending to these words that we've all sung.
To young to know why the fighting started, but please, please, please make it end. Don't make us take sides, don't push us outside into the cold again.
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