| no one needs to know it was me who put pebbles in your shoes.
for all they know, it's just another adventurous day at the beach.
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| in.
Shape of My Heart
"Oh when I look to the shape of my heart,
it's seperated only by scars,
that cut in and cut out, or leave me without,
all a heart that functions at all.
And when I look to the shape of the sky,
I give thanks for this hollow chest of mine,
that I no longer feel, the great weight of ordeals,
that can make this life so unkind
If there's any love in me, don't let it show,
oh and if there's any love in me, don't let it grow"
Mary
"Oh the cold wet wind blew over the heather
You wrote Charlie and Mary for forever
On the back of a rock
That you picked up on the way
And in that perfect moment
I nearly ruined it
By saying I love you
And nearly meaning it
But you know I would never waste those words
Oh when I last saw Mary
She lied and said it was her birthday
Oh when I last saw mary
She lied and said it was her birthday
But then she
Tried to kiss me
And I said Don't Bother
You know we don't really love one another
And there's no use
In burning out this flame
Oh but then things changed in a way I couldn't predict
She said I love you and it suddenly clicked
That she was only saying what she wanted me to hear
And I said
Please don't lie to me Mary"
out.
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| "Hands in line
Arms close to my side
I'm fighting tides of an ocean's undertow
And I figure I might not make it
And I'm taking empty
But seldom keeping
And the words retreat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold.
My hands are high
And I'm holding out, holding up
Because I figure that I just might make it
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold.
Quality is what you see now in the corner of your eye.
Don't be surprised if you hear the bells ring
They form from the sky and they sound bong, bong, bong
And I'm holding up because I figure that I just make it.
And I'm waking empty but seldom sleeping
And the words repeat breathing histories into stories untold
And I unfold."
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| My short playlist.
So far only consisting Two Hours Traffic and Kat Burns.
Scroll down for #37 - Kat Burns' Waiting on the Fence.
Ahhhhh, goodness.
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