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Ten Years
03:50
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This isn’t right, this isn’t wrong, this is the way the world goes on, but ten years on it makes me wonder
I need to cry, I need to weep, I need the nights with little sleep, but night and day and life and death they run and run and run
So hold on tight and hold that thought, there is a light, there is a sort of hope that lingers on
Your memory is never far, the things you left they carry on and that’s all I can say now.
This isn’t right this isn’t wrong, this is the way the river runs, the sea of death it calls us all
But you were young, and ten years on I still feel young, will ten more come to find me clinging on to something gone?
I hold on tight, more than I ought, I try to fight, I try to thwart the river’s plans but God it hurts
So let it out and let it in, there is a goodness to this thing, o current carry me!
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Wooden Floors
05:04
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Wooden floors and age worn songs
The chequered shirt was mine
Whiskey slurred on wayward tongues
The wicker creaked in time
Barefoot boys with brothers’ jokes
The fig tree’s fruit was hard
Organ pipes like sapling oaks
The winter’s winds were far
It’s in the rise and fall
We find the God of the prodigal
Rocking horse and coffee grains
The microphones were on
Music beats the red wine stains
The summer storms were gone
It’s in the rise and fall
We find the God of the prodigal
Tree houses and t-shirt tans
The evening heat would fall
On yellow fields and yearly plans
To watch this rise and fall
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