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Damage Control
03:27
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Damage Control
I'm sure that it has never once occurred to her
That something she might say or do
Could have such a lasting consequence
Such far reaching implications
Around her neck the chain of a St. Christopher
The patron saint of moving on
A symbol of her strongest trait:
A traveller's imagination
And here we are
Caught up in this mess she's made
Here we are
Damage control once again
Damage Control
I'm certain of the fact she pays them scarce attention
The consequences of her grand schemes
The collateral of friendly fire
The distraction of catastrophes
But for a moment in her company
It all makes sense and forgiveness feels
Attraction like a melody
That ties you down and sets you free
And here we are
Caught up in this mess she's made
Here we are
Damage control once again
Damage Control
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What Brought Me To This Loss?
What brought me to this loss?
What was the sequence of events?
How did I not recognise the signs?
I've fought and I have lost
So choose my battles carefully
But sometimes the fights choose me
Oh, what brought me to this loss?
Each victory has cost a thousand other small defeats
For famine feeds the hunger for the feast
What brought me to this loss
And how will it sustain in me?
Is there to be a legacy?
What purpose can such sorrow serve?
Except to prove a lesson learned
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3. |
Victory
02:39
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Victory
I need to take some time to reflect upon my successes
All that I've achieved, darling
For there must be a reason why
Success has chosen to abandon me
Now I believe in Karma
As a force that strikes a balance in one's soul, darling
And it seems that karma has decided
I could use some balance of my own
Oh Life
Why hast thou forsaken me
Oh Life
I sure could use a victory
Well families and friends
They have a way about them when your chips are down, darling
They offer words designed please
They pour their tea and sympathy until it drowns you
Oh Life
Why hast thou forsaken me
Oh Life
I sure could use a victory
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4. |
Promises of Eden
04:06
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Promises of Eden
I fell in love with that aspect of you
That should be more present in myself
As will all do, as we all do
The pearl in the oyster
Now grist to the mill
A scarred irritation; resistance of will
Will that do? Will that do?
Leaves fall as seasons change
Shedding skin along the grain
All things pass and yet remain
In promises of Eden
If there is some secret to ritual and myth
In quaint superstition
Then I've yet to find it
Have you? Tell me have you?
There's strength in a promise
There's steel in a vow
To bend like the willow
Or break on the bough of a ship
Sailing through
Leaves fall as seasons change
Shedding skin along the grain
All things pass and yet remain
In promises of Eden
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5. |
The Old Traditions
03:36
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The Old Traditions
Timid angels step lightly
While our sure footed pace overtakes
Divinity it might be
But fools still win the race
Lines that start and finish
Flags of chequered squares
Hours set out in minutes
The speed of life compared
Measured out in moments
By those of us still counting
The world outside is broken
The pieces piled up into mountains
Armed with ambitions
And the monuments of mind
We stick to the old traditions and climb
And climb
As pure as the spirit that moves you
Without conscience's sharper edge
Faith in such illusions
Is somewhat comforting
Lines that start and finish
Flags of chequered squares
Hours set out in minutes
The speed of life compared
Measured out in moments
By those of us still counting
The world outside is broken
The pieces piled up into mountains
Armed with ambitions
And the monuments of mind
We stick to the old traditions and climb
And climb
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6. |
Many Ways To Love
03:14
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Many Ways To Love
There are many ways to Love it is true
Many ways to love someone
Many ways to choose
Yes there are many shades to Love's own tender hue
But here it is the way that I love you
With all, all of my heart
All, all of my heart
A love without condition
A love without demand
A love to ease the troubles of this world when nothing else can
There are many ways to Love it is true
And here it is the way that I love you
In this life there are so many points of view
Methods for a madness that sanity can't soothe
You can rely on contradiction as rule
But you should know at least this much is true
You have all, all of my heart
All, all of my heart
A love without condition
A love without demand
A love to ease the troubles of this world when nothing else can
There are many ways to Love it is true
And here it is the way that I love you
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If Words Were Always Spoken With The Honour Of Their Intent
If words were always spoken with the honour of their intent
Then the trust that lies have broken would have never lost its strength
Promises that forge a chain of links to bear the weight
Of ambitious hearts and minds who dare themselves to make
A leap of faith
A bridge of hope
From the dream to the event,
Oh if only
Words were spoken with the honour of their intent
If words were always spoken with the honour of their intent
Then the sentences unspoken would underline what's meant
And raise a voice above the noise that drowns out honesty
For the truth is easily recognised if spoken purposefully
A pure and simple statement
It has no need of ornament
Oh if only
Words were spoken with the honour of their intent
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Where Love Holds Tight The Reins
Such knowing eyes
That question as they explain
Trust is the only option
Where Love holds tight the reins
Such subtle confidence
In such a delicate frame
Strength's in every limb
Where Love holds tight the reins
White knuckles
A firm grip
Hold tight
You'll be holding on for dear life
Such ancient authority
A gravity of fame
Burning in the new blood
Where Love holds tight the reins
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For My Will Is Strong
02:48
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For My Will Is Strong
There is strength yet in these tired limbs
For my will is strong
Wisdom and experience blur the lines between right and wrong
It lifts me when hope has gone
It gives me faith where I had none
There is strength yet in these tired limbs
For my will is strong
There's a chance left to this weary soul
For my will is strong
And I will seize that chance with my two hands
For my will is strong
It lifts me when hope has gone
It gives me faith where I had none
There's a chance left to this weary soul
For my will is strong
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10. |
Lifemark
03:33
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Lifemark
Think it through to its conclusion
To the end of your belief
Past the reason for your doubt
Is it something you can see?
Can you trace it's outline
Feel the impression of its weight
Investigate it's origin?
Or calculate the space that it will leave behind
That it will leave behind
Think it past the first idea
Into the space where dreams collide
With logic and inspiration
To where the flames are burning bright
Pause a while and warm yourself
Consider all your options
Maybe you can strike a deal
Or perhaps it is a hostage
That you will leave behind
That you will leave behind
Lifemark...
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