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Believe
04:56
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You haven't missed your opportunity
Don't call it quits and lock the door
Your mind's a step away from tragedy
Unless you follow that girl
It seems sometimes I've been locked inside someone else's mind
Like I haven't been here before
'Cause my heart cries for the one I wanna call mine
And for nothing more
I believe in a thing I can't see
I believe in a thing I can't hold
I believe in time, I will have that girl
Lose track of time and you soon will find
you'll be living in a life you don't wanna live
You should have engraved in your mind that
soon in time to be with her you'll have to take a risk
It seems sometimes I've been locked inside someone else's mind
Like I haven't been here before
'Cause my heart cries for the one I wanna call mine
And for nothing more
I believe in a thing I can't see
I believe in a thing I can't hold
I believe in time, I will have that girl
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2. |
The Shelf
04:38
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Oh, what do we know?
The clouds cast a shadow on the hills
Oh, the places we go
My body relocated just for thrills
I can see from on this shelf that
I have left behind myself for a world away from home
For a world away for home
For a place I've never known
Tell me, is it good or bad?
I don't feel happy or sad
I can see from on this shelf
for miles and miles beyond anyone else
Is it good or bad?
I don't feel happy or sad
Is it good or bad?
I don't feel happy or sad
When will it be time for me
to make up my mind?
How can I be sure if it's right
for me to move on from here?
There are no words I could say right now
What is ineffable is infallible
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3. |
To Trust a Stranger
06:47
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Why oh why must I rely
on these simple words that you say?
Maybe I should give it a try
not to trust the world I once did
Know how much you really don't know
Where, oh, where did my damn book go?
I've only begun to open the case
The answers are there floating in space
Images are trapped like dreams between my ears
coupled with some fears
I don't think I should believe you
And I don't need a phony preacher
tellin' me to live my life
I think for now I'll take the wheel
and keep on headin' for the light
I think for now I'll take the wheel
and keep on headin' for the light
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4. |
University
06:10
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Walking to class with my books in my hand,
trying to make myself a smarter man.
My brain collapses from all this information
but I push through in a society based on education
I roll a spliff for my way to class
reminiscing last nights studies so I can pass.
I feel like I burnt a hole in my brain.
Take another hit to ensure these facts are retained.
What if I fail to prove my worth?
What if I become the norm of the Earth?
I pick myself up with this knowledge I found
so some body smarter can bring me down.
Having nothing to lose, I try it again
just to be bested by some one else in the end.
Back to the books I go.
I study, I learn,
I feel my brain grow
Sitting on my ass trying to enjoy my time
when the sounds of construction corrupt my mind.
I've got my body to feed, my clothes to sort.
At 6 p.m. I have to appear in court
I'm just so tired of these binding situations
but I'm the reason for my complications.
Feeling at ease for the first time in days
I resort back to my mindless ways.
What if I fail to prove my worth?
What if I become the norm of the Earth?
I pick myself up with this knowledge I found
so some body smarter can bring me down.
Having nothing to lose, I try it again
just to be bested by some one else in the end.
Back to the books I go.
I study, I learn,
I feel my brain grow
I keep falling
through opening doors
mom and dad have for me,
sorry, sorry.
I didn't mean to see the world this way.
New trends come and reign then fade away.
I do not want to know my fate.
Please, if anything don't tell me my fate.
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5. |
Lolorlolz
06:05
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Instrumental (no lyrics)
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6. |
Broken
05:56
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We are all so broken,
torn between two finite lines.
We just run all over
not caring who we leave behind.
But still we hate whats become of this world
and have all forgotten how to love.
Drowned out by our own silence,
we are all so self-deprived.
Wishing to be dying,
trying to find the best way to get high.
But still we hate whats become of this world
and have all forgotten how to love.
How easy it would be for us to give our lives up but we'd never jump.
How easy it would be for us to give our lives up but we'd never jump.
How easy it would be for us to give our lives up but we'd never jump.
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The Assortment of Crayons Albany, New York
The Assortment of Crayons is a collective group of musicians from Albany, NY. Due to the diverse musicianship of each and every Crayon, the Assortment's music pulls influences from classic rock n' roll, blues, jazz, funk, pop, disco, techno and fusion. You can contact the band's manager, Roy Hench, at theassortment@gmail.com for information if interested in the band's whereabouts or availability. ... more
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