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The lego songTinker toys and lincoln logs, setiments we long remember. You wont need to wake me up, Ive been here forever. Warmth of heavens glow, jostled by the winters snow. Gi-joes and lego blocks, friends in stormy weather.Now I sit and drink a cup, Ive been here forever. The years for children move so slow, how much things change they cant know.From young to old, from old to new, thats the love I have for you.Feelings lose their meanings, moments are fleeting.When I awake youll be there.Its all so ominous, so impending. Would you show me where to go, give me a way and I will go.

Patchwork childrenSewing up your old clothes, to make something new and fresh as the morning when the clouds came home. Its your job to keep the scene true, thats why you do the things you do. Red and yellow and wrong and right, my oh my, arent we a sight.Were not alone, patchwork children, were not aloneBoard the bus that heads for your future, not caring where its at. Maybe youll go to san francisco, maybe life will be better there.On those lonely nights, when its hard to just keep breathing, and you want to give up the fight.

Gray carsTo all of you kids who drive gray cars and keep a sleeping bag in the trunk. You got bumper stickers that say "this is who I am" and "I like some bands." Well some of us got parents and some of us dont, but we all need to sleep and we all need to eat and we all got our sins but my god forgives and we, we should try. I want to drive to the coast, drive to your town, see some good shows and jump around. We play our anthems on beat up guitars and we sing songs of worship under the stars saying "thank you lord, its been a good life, its been pretty good"You are like scotch for the straight edger, you like films starring heath ledger and you go to your church and sit on your perch and you like to look down. Well who made you judge? It wasnt my god, but he, he still loves you.

Beautiful Bloodshot EyesWhen you wake up, Ill be waiting, to see your beautiful blood-shot eyes. Hello honey, I made you breakfast, I hope you dont mind your toast a little burnt. Lets run away for the weekend, cancel all and tell our friends were gone.When the bomb hits, your place will be the first I check for life, and if I dont find it there, I dont care if I find it anywhere.We will be happy together, throughout all sorts of whether, as the world bursts into flames well be the first ones laughingWell go on tour and call it a vacation, who needs a map, who needs a destination, we got the road, we got some stars to guide us, were not alone we got someone beside us who NEVER DIES!So our happy couple drove off that night, and their friends when asked would say, they havent seen em since that day, truth be told they arose the next morning and shared a donut on the hood of his car, what should great them? It wasnt the sun, but instead they were bathed in the warmth of what would be a nuclear sunrise and they never died.

WaitingHello sunny whether, I didnt expect you so soon, sometimes life is hard, its funny that way, ive been waiting for so long, no ones seen such beauty, no ones ever known such joy, youth gets waisted on the young, but whos there to say the best aint yet to come, ive been waiting for so long, ive been waiting my whole life for someone like you, theres no fear left in me, say the one I feel right no, a new journey has begun, but getting there is half the fun, ive been waiting for so long, mistakes of the past have been washed away, disguard all the pain of yesterday, who needs yesterday, forgive forget.

Ran AwayWhen you wake up in the morning and im not around dont you look for me because I wont be found, im living off the highway my companion is the road dont you think ive forgotten the way back home, you dont need to worry I packed my clean cloths and now I sleep when im hungry and play guitar for my cash i ran away.

The DaysLove shows through a hue of haze, its no wonder life is strange, I dont want to break the gaze, I cannot distinguish the days. Clouds come from rivers and fires from embers but water burns these tired old eyes.

CigarettesRainy days and cold whether makes the cigarettes taste so much better, uh hu, well I dont know but it seems to me it seems today aint getting much better, uh hu, then you turn the porch light on, come to the screen door with slippers on could we please step away to a new day, where the skys aint so gray, a new hope, hope says we can stay, a new joy, one that wont fade away, a new love that never dies, when we dont seem to understand we can just hold each others hand could we please step away. no one can touch you now.

Senior Trip They surely were the best days, they surely werent the worst, dont think I will forget you, your in my photo book. Were heading down south were going to hollywood, these dirty old streets never seemed so good. 30 kids, 30 pieces of gum, 30 hours, watch out! Here we come. Went to our hotel, late night in the swimming pool, early mornings drinking coffee and playing nintendo. Late at night, in a parking lot, we sang our song, we did a little dance, miss placed steps, choreography, sang a little song, and the words went like this "joyful joyful lord we adore thee, god of glory lord of love, hearts unfold like flowers before thee, hail thee as the son above"

Sunflower Eyes (and fireflies) Beautys in the eye of the beholder, and the only one whos looking is me. Maybe if you werent so darn pretty, maybe I could stand a chance. Well I dont know why its true, I dont know why the sky is blue, I dont know when life concludes but I have these feelings for you. fireflies dance in our eyes as we lay in the grass beneath the night skies. Your sunflower eyes.

Upon Awaking (better here)Its a strange old feeling thats made new every time, I cant believe I made it back and I cant stop crying, dont mean to be a bother, I have but one request, when I think I have the strength, cut me off at the knees, and I cant believe it. Upon awaking I look up on a sky of blue in the middle of the night, enter a room of white and there in lies something familiar, like the smell of childhood. When I look up there stands a man whos hands have been cut, and the blood makes me clean, as I fall in his embrace. Sometimes I have no strength, sometimes I cant hold on, sometimes your sickly son cries "father, make me whole" life is better here, and I cant believe it.

TerrifiedWell I just might tell you that I lost my vigor in a fight, but the truth may be I lost the fight in my vigor. Nothings really changed with me but nothings quite the same. Lay it all down, put your eros to sleep, let it lie in slumber, till shes yours to keep. Pray now for you only fall when you think yourself strong, rest now for your trials make haste, learn now for there is no going back. Its all I want in life, the mystery I wish youd reveal, I know what I want but is it what you have for me. Nothing has really changed with me but nothings quite the same, nothings really changed with me but the questions get re-arranged. Im still terrified.

Another Suicide SongI walk the streets of this old town tonight, theres a strange smell in the air and something dont seem right, as I step out from the curb the ambulance turns to the right, had they gone any faster theyd be taking me as well tonight. Because im a cold sickly creap. All of his friends held vidual though they know it was already too late, because nine his of heroine is too much for anyone to take, so the search lights search the sky, perhaps and angel would pass us bye and all of the bill boards are talking to me tonight, wrinkled and worn and tattered and torn they say hey boy youve gotta get warm! Well yesterday is a memory and tomorrow a dream and life love and death aint at all what they seem, and today I am dead and tomorrow alive may the morning come quickly that I might survive, should I fall off the bridge should I slip on the knife, dear God an answer im betting my life, tell me why! So the sun came up the next morning, soon came a quiet afternoon, its not my place to chose when it is I go.

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