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There You Are
03:21
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I am neither a boy nor a man
I need to learn a couple things before
I can consider myself a man
Or for that matter even a boy
For you see, a boy cowers in fear
Over things that don't matter no how
And a man'll tell you whatcha need to hear
But I've figured neither of these out
I don't know what to be
When you're around me
This growing up thing is hard
Oh-oh oh-oh there you are
We are dancing through a field (in my mind)
Right after you show me how to dance
You think it's funny how I ask all the time
"Which part comes next?" "Which part comes last?"
You ought to show me
What tricks are up your sleeve
Because I get butterflies
Oh when I look in your eyes
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A house fire smells of burned memories. It smells of broken families. We're all just shipwrecks waiting to be salvaged. If I could change all the wrong that I've seen, then God, You know that I would change everything. If there was one thing - if there was just one thing that I could change, well I guess that one thing would be that I've always been the same. Yeah, I've always been this wooden boat floating on this fiery sea. Oh God! When will you come and save me?
I've been on this ship for far too long and it feels as if I am sinking. I feel like I'm sinking the way that Peter sank that day in the sea. Lord, reach out your hand to me. The air around me smells of house fire and one can smell the lack of hope all around this forsaken place. Now my ship was wrecked and I am sinking! I am burning! Won't anyone take me by the hand?
I look up and a bright light from above shines all around me. Who would've thought I would help me see? It helped me see for I was blind to the little things. I found beauty i such small hands. In retrospect, I think of what a beautiful God there must be to create all that I see around me. I see everything and everything makes my life just a little bit better. We could all use a better life.
We could all use a better life...
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Rasputin
02:14
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He was a magic man
Who could heal the Czar's son
Of blood that ever flowed
A sickness with no cure
Czar went away to war
His wife took to the man
Guseva thrust the knife
Couldn't kill the Mad Monk
Ate the poisoned cupcakes
Beaten, thrown in Neva
Rasputin now is dead
Some they claim that he drowned
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Wolves at Night
03:09
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Wolves at night deprive me of sleep with their howls and their eating of sheep
Ripping flesh, devouring brains, as the blood mixes with the rain.
I'll go back to sleep.
Attempt to lucid dream.
But I need you here with me.
To sleep at all.
School teachers giving tests to a boy with a hole in his chest.
Trying to concentrate but he can't cause he stays up late.
Trying to simply find
The least squares regression line
He'll fail either way - it's fine
He doesn't care
Hurt people hurt people; they never learned how to act in school
Tie yourself to a tree and learn to photosynthesize with me.
Put the wolves to bed
Rest my tired head
Giraffes need to be fed
It's the end
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Line of Best Fit Morris, Alabama
Justin Scott Greer writes and records under the name Line of Best Fit. All recordings are done at home in an over-sized bedroom that probably needs to be cleaned.
