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Gray skies today over the house that I grew up in
Stare at the table my grandfather build
Feel my father's eyes twist like the curves on the street
On the way to my old house
Feel the street twist, twist like the bend of our bodies
Wonder how you felt
I still feel alone
Gray skies turn to black
Black like the tires twist to fit the curves on the street
Twist to fit me
Feel the vibrations
Still feel alone
It took me a long time to finally accept that the rain hitting the windows
Wasn't a metaphor at all
It took me a long time to accept it
But everything could be anything else and still mean just as much
The rain could be sun
It'd be a metaphor to someone
Far Away
(It took me a long time)
Far Away from me
(It took me a long time)
Far Away
(It took me a long time)
Far Away from me
(It took me a long time)
And everything is anything and everything is nothing
And if I am in rain, I hope you're still in sun
If I am in rain, I hope you're far away
If I am the rain
I am someone
So when the sun came up
And all the mud was dry
The table that my grandfather build
Was exactly where it should be
I thought of you
(It took me a long time)
And knew that it meant nothing
I thought of you
It meant nothing
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Ghosts
02:22
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Not Staring at You
03:02
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Fear
03:13
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My Friend
02:07
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Your eyes as deep as the sea
You push me down on my hands and knees
Like a child, I'm free
Like a child, I'm yours to keep
Your arms so pale and thin
Pulling us out of the bad state we're in
I'm tracing hearts on your skin
While the world spins
And then the morning after
I'll awake to the sound of your laughter
While we wait for the rapture
It's the coming of age
Through the wreckage and fuss
All the bodies who tried to stop up
You stood and turned them all down
Kept them far away
Your shoulder always my pillow
Wherever you are is where I wanna go
Together everything moves so slow
But it won't stop
And then the morning after
I'll awake to the sound of your laughter
While we wait for the rapture
It's the coming of age
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Maggie Del Re Worcester, Massachusetts
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