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Heavy Hurt
02:54
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You get woken by the hurt
So heavy that your heart is fit to burst already
Be it pressure or be it weight
That assigns your fate, you’re doomed
And you’re glad that it’s still dark
when you get up cos the panic doesn't start
Till the suns up
They keep telling you to talk when you just want to walk away
It’s not the life you’re given it’s the life that you choose
When staring blankly is all that you can do while
You’re watching hours tick by
Impatient for the day to end
I've seen enough to know
That your home is no longer your home
It’s just place where you left some stuff
Like dignity and trust
And your mind
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Careful Steps
03:49
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Spent some time last night reading your words
You must have the saddest voice, I've never heard
But if there’s one thing I've learned, its that love must be earned
And the work is its own reward
Imagine myself in your shoes
But there never been a doubt of what I would do
When the mind starts to cloud and you’re far too proud
To admit that you might need some help
We fucked up, when we were young
Wiser heads should have led us home when the night was done
The sun came up and forced us to bed
To lie with our doubts and rest our empty heads
I stumbled across a better place
Where quiet nights are welcome and the days stay the same
The trick of the trade is to live every day
Like you’re preparing for death
If I fall or you fall, we’ll find some way to crawl
If the path is unknown. there’s no shame in going home again
We’ll happily betray, the things that led us astray
If there’s one thing to know, is the light will lead you home
The light will lead you home
The light will lead you home
Between careful steps, we try to forget
As the light, it leads you home
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Bound for the Grave
04:38
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So where do you go when your problems
Won’t solve themselves and only seem to get worse?
We drove through the heart of the country
Just to find that the blood stopped pumping
Some time ago and the corpse was left to get cold
Don’t feel much like adventure any more
I’d rather sleep in my own bed that on a stranger’s floor
And remembering all the times we had
Doesn't stop you feeling bad, it just makes you feel alone
I know I'm not as grateful as I should be
Spent so long being angry and what did that achieve?
So sit back and try to come to terms
With the fact you’ll never stop or learn
That there’s no shame in a life
That others call a waste of time
When they've barely lived themselves
Some nights make you realise that you’re paying a healthy price
For not finding another way to spend your time
Is this hole you've fallen into, a grave or an escape route
Take your chances and just keep digging
Till you’re stuck with no way back
When you’re up against it, that’s when you’ll push right through it
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You started telling stories, you started telling lies,
In order to escape, every time she cries
Your escape is never subtle, it’s quick and it’s cruel
You’d rather to lose the girl you love, than ever lose your cool
You can't ignore the warnings, you can't ignore the signs
That you are falling away, from the hope of a happy life
And who knows where you’ll land?
The centre of the city is an easy place to hide
Alone in quiet corners, the guilt won’t subside
The eyes that spy you, from one end of the bar
A pertinent reminder of all the times you went too far
You can't ignore the warnings, you can't ignore the signs
That you are falling away, from the hope of a happy life
How long can you survive before the quicksand of regret
Envelops you slowly, before you’re in over your head?
At least you’ll be surrounded by a suffocating warmth
The kind you haven’t felt since you ran from your home
The last words you said to her, the very last thing
If your look is paralysing, I don’t want to feel a thing
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James Johnson Edinburgh, UK
Hi, I'm James! I like playing the guitar and writing songs!
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