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Bless You
04:59
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Chasing down the faces that the
Tail lights of the cars make on the highway
Just for now it seems like everything is unfolding
As it should be
Passing by the mangoes lined up
Beauty in the market on a Sunday
It used to make me so happy to see you so happy
Digging right in, juice all over your chin
Bless you baby, bless you baby
Bless you baby, be gone
Watching as the sun goes sliding
Halfway ‘cross the carpet in the morning
I do not rise, I have no desire
But to leave this burden of body down
Bless you baby, bless you baby
Bless you baby, be gone
Though we may never be here again
Though we may never be here again
Thank God we never will be here again,
Thank God we never will be here again
Bless you baby, bless you baby
Bless you baby, be gone
Bless you baby, bless you baby
Bless you baby, be gone
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2. |
Kintsugi
03:49
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I carry with me a little stone
With blood red insides, so close and unknown
I run my fingers along the cracks
Stresses to fissures to fractured glass
Its little body once was red
Molten and pliable, flow and ebb
Held by the crucible, melted down
Cooler to the touch now that it’s on the ground
Will the surfaces shine? Like facets of a gemstone
Or will all of your time have been wasted
A miner selling fool’s gold
I can’t light myself on fire just to keep from being cold
I can’t be with you forever just so we’re not lonely when we’re old
Shiny diamonds have hard edges and the cracks are filled with gold
I couldn’t love you any more, my confessions have been told
Cracks are filled with gold
Cracks are filled with gold
Cracks are filled with gold
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3. |
Tear It Down
03:47
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It’s time to close your mouth, little one
Sky daddy has got you to the moon and back
It’s time to hang it up, little one
Sky daddy is coming, you better pack your bags
Pack your finest clothes, ‘cause goodness knows,
He’s not easy to impress
Nothing you can do, you must pursue
Forgiveness till your death
Oooh, it’s time to lay it down, little one
Old house, tear it down
Who’s gonna help me tear it down?
Old house, tear it down
Who’s gonna help me tear it down?
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
It’s time to clear it out, my sweet
The beauty is waiting and falling at your feet
It’s time to take it back, my sweet
Your spirit is calling, it’s time for you to meet
So tell me where you go when you move your body slow
And you’re watching like a show
From the ceiling in the glow
Ooh, it’s time to sing it out, unbound
Our voices raised, listen to the sound
Old house, tear it down
Who’s gonna help me tear it down?
Old house, tear it down
Who’s gonna help me tear it down?
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down
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4. |
See A Light
03:18
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I think I see a light
Can I trust my eyes?
I’ve been here before
It’s been getting bright
It’s coming through the blinds
Open up some more
All I want is to adore you
All I want is to adore you
I drew a heart out on my chest
Signaling the words
That my lungs could not express
And all the rivers of our flesh
Flowing slowly with the rhythm of the blessed
All I want is to adore you
Leave the world to melt around you
All I want is to adore you
Fill the sky with stars above you
(Bless you, baby)
All I want is to adore you
Leave the world to melt around you
All I want is to adore you
Fill the sky with stars above you
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5. |
Surrender
01:58
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I have my hands up in surrender
Have my hands gone numb?
All bets had you as the one
Who’d be in bed by now
You said this Tuesday
We’d go to Jessy’s house
Two days take forever
Just because I miss you
When you’re gone
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