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Careful With Me
03:34
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I've seen a face like yours before,
and I've felt a lover's arms around me.
I've never felt safe like this before;
falling apart has been so easy.
Please be careful with me;
I'll be all that you need.
Do say you'll stay.
I've been afraid like this before,
and I've been a fool to keep believing.
I've never been made to feel so sure
as when you are lying here beside me.
Please be careful with me;
I'll be all that you need.
Do say you'll stay, always.
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2. |
Don't Let Me Down
03:19
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There was something in the way you looked at me just yesterday,
reminded me of all the lies we've told ourselves too many times.
Cos I remember empty hours, we walked among the dogwood flowers,
pretending everything was fine, when really, honey, we were dying.
If there was something I could say to send those hungry ghosts away,
I'd tell it to you every night in all the words that I could find,
cos I was certain, I was sure, you'd found what you were looking for,
when everything I'll ever need just vanished right in front of me;
everything I'll ever need just vanished right in front of me.
No matter what I try to do, I'm caught up in the thought of you:
you took off with the best of me, and I'm left with the rest of me.
And I'm not ready yet to run this distance race that we've begun;
if I know you, you'll make it fine just resting at the starting line.
Don't let me down, don't let me down, don't let me down. (2x)
By now it should be clear enough that both of us are better off
in separate corners of the ring, but who am I to say these things?
Cos I'm still searching for a sign, or something you had left behind--
a token of your faithfulness, or anything at all, I guess.
Don't let me down, don't let me down, don't let me down. (4x)
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3. |
On My Mind
02:47
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Been emptying my pockets of what's left
of promises you've broken.
Cleaning out my closet of the mess
of words we left unspoken.
And when I'm being honest with myself,
and both my eyes are open,
I can find some solace in the path,
the path that you have chosen.
I've tried everything I can find
for the pain you left behind.
It's all that I can feel:
there's nothing real on my mind.
Been searching for the love I thought we had
in the arms of strangers.
Writing down the secrets that we shared;
I'm running out of paper.
And when I'm feeling sorry for myself,
I visit all the places
where you and I would hide ourselves away
from all that tried to chase us.
I've tried everything I can find
for the pain you left behind.
It's all that I can feel:
there's nothing real on my mind.
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My mother and father
got caught at the border that I crossed,
seventeen years ago.
Now I tell my daughter
that things will get better as we go,
but I don't know.
Cos sometimes I wonder
if somehow I wandered past the place they call America.
Been looking for freedom:
there must be a reason I can't find
all that they promised me.
I work until midnight,
trying to keep myself awake
until I can sleep again.
Cos when I am dreaming,
the grass is still greener than it was
back where I started from.
Been looking for freedom:
there must be a reason I can't find
all that they promised me.
Sometimes I wonder
if somehow I wandered past the place they call America.
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5. |
Picture of My Heart
02:43
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There's a photograph we share,
you developed in the darkness--
just a dusty souvenir
in an album's faded pages.
And the ember in my hand--
you called it Hell; I called it harmless--
it's a bullet that I burned
in the days when we were ageless.
You took a picture of my heart,
so it always could remind us:
there's a place the pain can't find us
in your picture of my heart.
Now there's a lens against my chest,
that the doctor recommended.
He says it's just a simple test,
but that my careless days have ended.
They took a picture of my heart,
and as we wait to hear the answer,
I can feel how warm your hands are,
though the daylight's growing dark.
Take one more picture of my heart,
so it always will remind us:
there's a place the pain can't find us
in your picture of my heart.
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6. |
Thin Green Rose
03:02
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There's a lantern deep in the land of sleep,
and its halo hums like a bell.
It will lead you there where I'll meet you, dear,
like a voice from the top of the well.
When its light shines through, I'll appear to you
with a thin green rose in my hand,
and a word on my lips that will sound like a kiss,
that will glint like a sword in the sand.
There's a cold white star on the edge of the chart
and it rises each night from the sea,
where it hangs above all that's left of the love
you hide in your heart, dear, for me.
There will come a day, not so far away,
it will settle like dust on the waves,
when the flame at its tail will ignite like a sail
with the glory and goodness of grace.
Though the years run long, there's an end to the song
we've been playing alone since the day
when they planted me at the base of a tree,
and left just a stone in my place.
But the rose you laid at the foot of my grave
is a delicate fruit of the spring:
it will grow from the earth in the season of birth,
when the lark and the mockingbird sing.
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7. |
You Leave Me Weak
03:15
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Darling, I said in the darkness,
I'm not so harmless as I appear.
I can be cold as a crystal,
sharp as a pistol,
deadly, my dear.
But sure as the spirit within me,
whenever you're with me, I'm tame as a dove.
Don't let appearances fool you:
I'm cruel as the curfew
that's placed on our love.
I'm fierce as the lightning,
and loud as the thunder.
I'm messy and mighty,
and harsh as the winter.
Darling, I said in the darkness,
hard as my heart is, it's easy to break.
And, lover, whenever you leave me,
baby, believe me, you leave me weak.
Hard to admit that I'm only
listless and lonely while you're away.
How many nights I've been weeping
while you were sleeping, I'd rather not say.
I'm frail and I'm feeble,
fearful and frozen,
like all other people
whose hearts have been broken.
Lover, whenever you leave me,
baby, believe me: you leave me weak. (2x)
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8. |
Gabriel, O Gabriel
02:58
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Gabriel, o Gabriel, forgive me for this thing that I must do.
Gabriel, o Gabriel, release me from the words you say are true.
I'm only a child,
too young to decide:
I don't have wings
or the counsel of kings, like you.
Jophiel, o Jophiel, spare me from this thing that you must do.
Jophiel, o Jophiel, your mercy has more power than the truth.
I'm down on my knees:
take pity on me.
Lower your sword
and let me have a word with you.
Where did I go wrong?
Where will I belong
if I refuse this gift that's been chosen for me?
Samael, o Samael, accept from me this thing I ask of you,
and at my time of judgment, I trust that you will do what you must do.
Each night as I pray,
I'll remember your name,
and someday, by grace,
I'll replace what I've given you.
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9. |
Old War
02:32
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I breathe smoke everywhere I go:
this is an old war I didn't choose to know.
Ribbons in the sky, tearing down my home:
this is an old war--I've got nowhere else to go.
They say there's something holy about dying,
something holy about fear,
something holy about violence,
but there is nothing holy here.
I hear crying everywhere I turn:
this is an old war, and yet there's so much left to learn.
Children in the street, standing on their own:
this is an old war, and it's been old since they were born.
They say there's something holy about dying,
something holy about fear,
something holy about violence,
but there is nothing holy here.
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10. |
Beautiful Morning
02:42
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Spider spinning on a thread:
I'm a fly in an iron web.
Broken wings and a lonely bed,
and he's coming for me in the morning.
As I sit inside my cell,
I can hear that midnight bell--
same damn sound that I know so well:
seven more hours til the morning.
I beg and I plead;
I toss in my sleep.
Keep praying for peace--
only three hours til the morning.
If I had a ring of keys,
I'd stay clean, and I'd stay free--
take back what was took from me.
Only an hour til the morning.
Sunrise shining through the bars:
been betrayed by the morning star.
I'll be free, but I won't go far:
oh, what a beautiful morning.
Oh, what a beautiful...
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11. |
Come Softly To Me
02:15
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Dahm dahm, dahm-do-dahm, be-dooby-doo... (4x)
Come softly, darling; come softly, darling. (2x)
Come softly, darling: come to me, stay.
You're my obsession forever and a day.
I want, want you to know,
I love, I love you so.
Please hold, hold me so tight,
all through, all through the night.
Speak softly, darling: hear what I say.
I love you always, always, always.
I've waited, waited so long
for your kisses, and your love.
Please come, come to me
from up, from up above.
Come softly, darling; come softly, darling...
I need, need you so much--
wanta feel your warm touch.
Come softly, darling; come softly, darling, ooh.
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Duncan & Piper Savannah, Georgia
Driven together by a fortuitous twist of creative destiny, Will Duncan and Lauren Piper together strive to write songs both timely and timeless. Though they live in separate cities, a shared appreciation for the power of music obliterates the geographical distance between them. ... more
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