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Time
02:51
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Somewhere deep in time
I'm still yours and you're still mine
Somewhere deep in time
you are gone but I'll float on
Will someone take a hold of me?
My body's washing out to sea.
And if I die on this steep climb
you can come and find me when it's time.
Now hold my hand, hold it tight
I lack the strength to win this fight.
Desire, take me higher
I long to walk that crooked wire.
Why do I seek you in an empty shell
hoping to be taken by the swell?
They say that time don't go both ways
it tears the youth from my lover's face,
but I hear tell of another place
of beauty and eternal grace.
Oh time...
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2. |
Thrown Away
04:27
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Don't keep me here, I wanna go.
My weary mind is moving slow
'cause it's closing time and I wanna leave.
I don't got no aces up my sleeve.
'Cause every time it always feels the same
just a different face and a different name
then I'm thrown back out into the fray
and all my time thrown away
Don't keep me here, I don't wanna stay
I tried so hard to look the other way
But trying don't amount to much.
We're looking through a glass
at something we can't touch.
And I can't deny I'm always on the run
I'm just chasing down that burning sun
-so weighed down by what I'll never say
and all my time thrown away.
Don't keep me here, I wanna go
and what you're gonna say, I already know.
So just save your breath for the next in line,
and don't worry your head, I'm gonna be fine.
'Cause this old town is giving me the blues.
We go around, we read the news.
Another fire, another hurricane
and all this time...
was all my time
thrown away?
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3. |
Grateful
05:11
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Well I couldn't stand to sit at home
and watch the clock tick down,
so much restlessness I knew
that if I stayed there I would drown, ooh....
So I went on out to see who was around.
And who knows why we do the things we do
while that bright, gold ember in the sky
keeps on rising as we try to see it through?
I'm weary and fearful, always running from
the things that make me blue,
but the difference is that now I'm grateful
that they lead me here to you.
Well the sky suggested weather
but that's just summer in Tennessee
and in spite of that I knew
there was nowhere else I'd rather be, ooh...
Now together burning in my memory.
And why knows why some of us are born
with hearts already torn in two,
while that bright, gold ember in the sky
just keeps on setting as we try to see it through.
I'm broken from being on the run
from what these ghosts will try to do,
but something's changed 'cause now I'm grateful
that they chased me here to you.
I was burstin at the seams,
it felt like living in a dream
it felt like dying.
'Aint no reason, 'aint no rhyme
we're always running out of time
there's no denying.
Oooh....Ooooh... oooh...
ooh..ohh. oooh......
And who know why we do the things we do
while that bright, gold ember in the sky
keeps on rising as we try to see it through?
I'm weary, and fearful, always runnin from
the things that make me blue.
But the difference is, that now I'm grateful
now I'm grateful
that they lead me here to you.
Here to you.
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4. |
Between Your Eyes
03:04
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Well I don't know if there's a God,
I may have seen his face
when I was born, and since forgot
but still, he left a trace.
Is there something true
beyond the blue?
Why do we search the skies?
Is it overhead, or underwater
or right there, between your eyes?
Well and I don't know no Jesus Christ,
I've never read his book.
I don't claim to know what's inside his old head,
why don't I take a look?
Is there something true
beyond the blue?
Why do we search the skies?
Is it overhead or underwater,
or right there between your eyes?
And I don't know who I should pray to
or who would even hear,
I hold in me the only answer:
to never live in fear.
Is there something true
beyond the blue?
Why do we search the skies?
Is it overhead or underwater,
or right there between your eyes?
Is there something true
beyond the blue?
Why do we search the skies?
Is it overhead or underwater,
or right there between your eyes?
--or right there, between your eyes?
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5. |
Break My Heart
04:04
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I'm picking up the pieces.
I'm following the thread.
Hope I can find some peace
before I'm dead.
'Cause I've been having trouble sleepin
feel like a woman made of clay.
And I know I can't keep going on this way.
So tell me why do I try and break my heart?
Why am I still tearing me apart
with no regard for how I feel,
or what is good and true and real?
Why do I try and break my heart?
Well I know that time's a-wasting
while the wheels keep going 'round
and I'll be chasing this old dream
'til I am underground.
Well what else is there to live for
when we know we're gonna die?
Can I forgive myself for never knowing how to lie?
So tell me why do I try and break my heart?
Why am I still tearing me apart
with no regard for how I feel,
afraid of what I might reveal?
Why do I try and break my heart?
I could listen to a song all day,
watch my life from the outside like a play,
powerless to intervene,
watch helplessly from scene to scene
'til by some grace of God I find a way.
So tell me why do I try and break my heart?
Why am I still tearing me apart
with no regard for how I feel,
or what is good and true and real?
Why do I try and break my heart?
Tell me why do I try and break my heart?
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Ray Duncan Nashville, Tennessee
Ray Duncan is an independent artist and composer based in Nashville, Tennessee. Self proclaimed ex-sadgirl.
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