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She let her hair fall down
as they drove across the sand
he let his borders down
as she reached out for his hand
they were moving so fast
it could never last
they knew it was only
a matter of time
with the wind in her hair
there was magic in her eyes
he felt his defense fail
as the eagle climbed the skies
the night was abuzz
it was what it was
they knew it was only
a matter of time
Silver moon shine on
Light the way back home
Her face shone in the light
a cloudless sky held the moon
a night to remember
that came to an end too soon
two hearts beat as one
what's done is done
they knew it was only
a matter of time
Silver moon shine on
Light the way back home
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It’s the twilight of the gods
Thought the lonely priest
Still the lamplight’s trimmed and burning
The congregation fleeced
The muses and their spinning
Cutting golden thread
Roses wilt and water’s turning
We’re burying the dead
The porcelain is cracking
Settling the fate
Belshazzar saw His hand writing
Too little much too late
God fearing men would tremble
To behold his wrath
Now the children are all fighting
They’ve burned away the path
Lost and weary finding sleep
In the narrow streets
Churches’ bells are ringing silent
Communion for empty seats
The priest surveys his parish
Once more walks the night
Prays himself a lonely tyrant
And then turns out the light
Meet father John on the riverside
Where the faithless go to get baptized
Leave your worries there
In the sanctuary square
Burning all our vestments in the morning light
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Everyday heroes are all around
Not talking about the millionaires, the fighters on the ground
Bringing us our groceries, putting us to bed
Nurturing our future, burying our dead
I believe in the best of what we are
Open hearts and shooting for the stars....
Angels in our midst, focus on the pain
Shed a lonely tear, do it all again
Caught between emotions, challenges we face
Each day make the world a better place
Everyday champions, ground to the bone
Keep on fighting anyway, together or alone
Working on the overnight, come crashing into bed
Struggling to make it, still pushing on ahead
I believe in the best of who we are
Open hearts and shooting for the stars....
Angels in our midst, focus on the pain
Shed a lonely tear, do it all again
Celebrate our differences , and challenges we face
Each day make the world a better place
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somewhere on the road to Sunday
morning, you got lost
satisfy your Saturday blues
and I don’t mind if I get caught
if I can pay the cost
but some things just aren’t worth
the price to lose
when did the new become the old
when did the glitz become the gold
from hellfire hot to ice age cold
somehow we got lost
you’re halfway to sorry
you almost seem to care
The words seem so familiar
When you bow your head to prayer
you’re half the way to missing me
I hope that feeling stays
I hate to see you hurting
but I hope you’ll find the way
no surprise to find we’re not the
same old sea-worn ships
setting sail beneath a rising sun
the changes come so slow
the image fades, the memories slip
funny how you think you know someone
when did the new become the old
when did the glitz become the gold
from hellfire hot to ice age cold
somehow we got lost
you’re halfway to sorry
you almost seem to care
The words seem so familiar
When you bow your head to prayer
you’re half the way to missing me
I hope that feeling stays
I hate to see you hurting
but I hope you’ll find the way
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The Perfect You
Verse C F C C F C Em Bm F Am D
Chorus F A7 G D
When all the silence ends
When all the music trends
When all the people leave
Then we will cease to pretend
When we stop living a lie
When we begin to cry
When we forget our name
When we are never the same
Then you will be The Perfect You
When we all patiently wait
Standing outside the gate
Where will we find the truth
Somewhere it’s never to late
Trying to play the game
Trying to exit the maze
Try not stumble and fall
Try not to fumble the ball
Then you will be The Perfect You
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v1:
She prays to disappear
To find herself so far from here
But understand, she will not go alone
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In the end it'll be made right
But she'll pretend for one more night
She's got some sins for which she can't atone
ch:
She's on the downhill side of 35, the strong side of crazy
She finally got sick & tired of being called, "hey baby"
She's been too long on solid ground
She's heading somewhere shaky
v2:
She's got nothing left to lose
And not a little bit confused
A whirlwind, wrapped in sorrow, wrapped in love
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Another thing that should be clear
As she leaves the atmosphere
Not a damn thing can remove this wanderlust
ch:
She's on the downhill side of 35, the strong side of crazy
She finally got sick & tired of being called, "hey baby"
She's been too long on solid ground
She's heading somewhere shaky
br:
Broken hearts & 80's songs
Aren't enough to guide you home
But they can help your soul to grow
to something you've never known
ch:
She's on the downhill side of 35, the strong side of crazy
She finally got sick & tired of being called, "hey baby"
She's been too long on solid ground
She's heading somewhere shaky
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7. |
Luke Payne - Pleiades
03:53
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I totaled my car
And got a new guitar
70's Silvertone hollow body style
She can’t take me nowhere
But my rockin chair
But she can show me a real good time
It started when I drove
Down to Asheboro
On an ugly February night
Recorded some tunes
With brother Wolfie Calhoun
On a rickety Gibson L-5
He put some cards in my hands
From the lowlands
Said I know you like to read
Take these tarot cards home
And feel the truth in your bones
They’re from a coven in New Orleans
On the rainy drive home
I dodged a doe in the road
But ended up hitting her beau
Haunted tarot cards flew
Every whichaway too
In a whirlin cloud around my banjo
So I totaled my car
And got a new guitar
70's Silvertone hollow body style
While she ain’t worth much
I feel the tone in my gut
And the way she rings out is divine
Totaled my car
And got a new guitar
70's Silvertone hollow body style
She can't take me nowhere
But my rockin chair
But she can show me a real good time
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