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Looking Back
04:20
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If I gave you my heart would you take it?
If I gave you just a part?
If I gave you my heart would you break it?
Pull it slowly apart
Someone's at the windowsill
Someone's at the windowsill
Someone's at the windowsill
But I won't look back
If I let you walk away will you come back
Or would it matter either way?
If I let you walk away will you know that
I will always wish you'd stayed
Someone's at the windowsill
Someone's at the windowsill
Someone's at the windowsill
But I won't look back
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Prescious, Prescient
02:47
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Been tripping on my words again
Just trying to get them right
Can't get you out of mind
Can't get you out of sight
So maybe we fell in love
But maybe it's not enough
Cause baby this is rough
You left me here alone, left without a home
Without you...
Is it over?
Is it over?
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I sit and look out at the crowd
I sit and watch them fill their mouths
You wanna help them but you don't know how
Thousands pass by, but none reach out
But isn't it funny how every life has a name?
Yes, isn't it funny how every face looks the same?
Or haven't you forgotten while waiting for your gold?
I'll bet you know it better, better than most
I sit and look up past the clouds
That drift together and wonder how
An idle apparation that forms in the rain
Comes closer to unity than we came?
But isn't it funny how every life has a name?
Yes, isn't it funny when every face looks the same?
Or haven't you forgotten while staring down your ghosts?
I'll bet you know it better, better than most
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Like a moth unto the flame, to the fire
Like Icarus my wings melt as I fly higher
To a burning star where our love burns so much brighter
I am the Scorpion, and my sting will drown us both
I will let you go away, in time
But I will beg you to hold your hand in mine
I will let you go, in time
Disappointment reigns, cries out in the silence
We are wild horses, untamed, no one to guide us
Yet always so afraid to give in to our wildest
Dreams, broken dreams, shattered dreams, in our likeness
I will let you go away, in time
But I will beg you to hold your hand in mine
I will let you go, in time
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I have looked in the eyes of God
I heard his voice inside my head
I heard his voice and this is what it said
I am older than the stars
I have seen the Devil's smile
I have spoken to the prophets
And I have seen how the world will end
I am a poet without a poem
You look for me but I'm not found
I was there at Hiroshima
I saw my children burn it down
I am a Mother and a Father
I've taught my children what I know
But I'll not make decisions for you
You choose your path and where to go
Hope is the spark of all creation
Maybe I was wrong to hope
Maybe I was wrong in all
Maybe I was wrong to love
But I have dreamed in the arms of angels
And I was there when you killed my son
I was there as they killed my son
I am the dream and the dreamer
And I am the architect who fell
I have held the hands of children
Their innocence and faith that's good
Yes, I have witnessed all that's done
Yes, I have witnessed all that's done
In the beginning, there was nothing
Until I turned the dark to light
Until I turned the dark to light
I am the Alpha and Omega
I am the Word and all that's good
I have not been all you needed
I am often misunderstood
I am often misunderstood
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