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Off Your Face
03:34
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I see you walking over with your hands held out to me,
Take the weight up off your shoulders, listen to me speak
Balance in the middle where the other sides can meet,
She's a high road walker, trying to stay on her feet
[Chorus]:
Don't let your heart go astray,
You lit my soul on fire
And when the shadows lifted off your face,
The light kept us awake
I see your eyes half-open like the sunlight through the trees,
Every corner, every sidewalk leads me back to you
[Chorus]
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Wayward (Set it Free)
03:39
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You've grown so wayward with your ill-gotten gains spent
When you tried your hand at robbery
Now that you've found a new skin,
Watch out for lethal poison
Where wishes meet reality
[Chorus]:
Oh, oh still you kept me mystified,
While behind the veil, the sleight of hand deceived
Oh, oh kept it locked up deep inside,
'Til I found a way to set my spirit free, to set it free
Whatever feelings drive you to put on those who find you,
Out of curiosity
Be cast away in haste while love lets in a free replacement,
It melts the ice into the sea
[Chorus]
Now that your pain is healed, you must return to keep the fields
And tend your garden endlessly
Then spend a long existence, bringing back what's missing,
And planting roots under the trees
[Chorus]
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3. |
Wandering Eye
03:20
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I just don't feel that way no more,
That's not how I see you anymore
When I first saw you standing there,
And caught your wandering eye
Your calm came crashing down and
Squeezed me through the sky, but now
I just have to push it out of my mind,
You went quicker then a chill down my spine
A crowded street, the threadbare sun
A smile beneath the shade
Your face unravels on the kid you use to
Sharpen your blade
I wander so lonely through the parade,
On empty, broke down
So I walk home, home
I just had to put you out of my mind,
You went quicker then a chill down my spine
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S.R. Frost Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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