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one
01:54
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he adjusts his tie from it's awkward state
sets his suit jacket so it sits straight
a haggard's speech printed on scrunched up paper
crammed into his jacket pocket, he'll struggle to read it later
the laces on his shoes tied far too tight
so he won't trip on tangled lines
this formal attire hasnt fooled anyone before nor will it this time
when he walks out that door
he stares idly into the mirror he sees a boy trying to fill the shoes of his father
how did it come to this
tears roll down his face they hastily fall to meet the timber floors
his hands slowly reach for that door
"these shoes will never fit" he breathes as he steps out on the floor to join the bereaved
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two
05:06
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I seek the shade under these dead trees
but they are nothing without their leaves
I seek the open seas, but they'll never be a home for me
I smash my head against the wall
Until it crumbles and falls
I see tell tale signs of wear and old age
I see my waning youth, my swelling rage
An hourglass of shifting sands
Held amidst my wretched hands
The second hand hastens its pace
lengthening the lines on my face
I'll build our home of sand and stone
I'll make everything alright everything alright
I'll break my bones upon that sand and stone
and this pain, will make it strong
Like my bloodied finger tips
the scars on your legs
that stretch like highways of wrong way
signs and dead ends
like a flower in an untrodden field
like the winter
like that winter
that never yields
I saw a hall of empty seats
I saw a vault of locked away dreams
I saw a white picket fenced home,
I see a light and an open door
A place of our own
I seek the shade under these dead trees
but they are nothing without their leaves
they are nothing without their leaves
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three
06:15
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Im selfish it seems
Im selfish I can't stand watching you leave
With a change in the breeze
A new leaf has turned as you're swept over seas
How long will it be?
Who do I turn to when you're not here for me?
We all say goodbye at some stage
As our chapter wears old its each turning page
And ill await your return, with bated breath. Await, everything I'd lost.
Not all those who wander are lost
but i know i can't afford this cost
of throwing coins in wishing wells
hoping the ocean swells
rising up and drowning the distance
dashing dreams and arresting change in an instance
oh how selfish of me
how selfish I must be
Moving away is never moving on.
Absence gets easier with time.
Distance makes no difference.
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