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Your Baggage
02:43
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Your words are empty, like ghosts in the night as they float aimlessly. A haunting you can't see but it's clear to me,
Please take off all your baggage. It makes your ass look fat and that is unappealing. Please show off all your colors. Strip down to the bone, now that's much more appealing.
Your honesty is full of holes. Negates any sort of soul that you may have tried to show. Quite a front. You're a pro
Out of sight out of mind. That's how you are all the time. Easy, pretend that everything is fine.
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Said and Done
04:13
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This is the last I sing of you
This is my last dip to your level
The record's reached it's final groove
in this last dance with the Devil.
So take care of yourself
I'll be taking care of my own
Good luck in your transgressions
Lord knows you're going to need it
When all is said and done
Here's to starting new again
Here's to all of our endeavors
Here's to weeding out our friends
and finding out who is fair-weather
I told you I'm done.
A cease-fire line
It's not worth shedding blood.
Not on the first strike.
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Strong Willed
03:34
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Strong-willed he has the best intentions
to make this is own to fight the good fight
hammers coming down upon him
and he makes an umbrella made out of iron
and he won't say no this time
plans on saying
everything that's on his mind
show me your proof from up there
where your mind slows down from lack of air
and everyone says yes to all your hair brained ideas and
all the while they're nipping at your heels
looking for favors
Leaving all the regards behind him
he makes an impression gets a reaction that he has wanted for a while
and he gets some respect it's long overdue
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Stranded
02:51
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Stranded
Left alone with out my knowledge
You seem to have a predilection for
Saying
The first and worst that comes to mind
Or was that just the whiskey talking?
You caught me in a weird place
My minds unraveling
Through my mouth
Filling up the floor space
Slowly rising
And I may drown.
Toxic
Purging out the things and people
that simply don't make sense in my life
Start here
The nails have rusted through the lumber
But the base is sound enough to build
Show me your words on this page
Show me your words in fits of rage
Show me your words your insides turn
Show me your words I'll watch them burn
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Darren Hawe Manchester, New Hampshire
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