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I Know
04:58
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I know
There’s a million things that I don’t know
This I know for sure
I know
You say I’ve got to keep on my toes
It’s hard when they’re broken
I know
You reap what you sow
Or so I’m told
I know
Fortune favors the bold and so I’ll go
Find my pot of gold
But what am I to do with me?
What would you have me be?
Your notion seems a little preconceived
Cause you’re pointing out what I’ve already seen.
I know
There’s a million chances I’ve blown
I’ll probably lose a million more
I know
I don’t know half you know
Because you told me so
I know
My plane has flown
Set for parts unknown
But I know
If I buy what I’m told I’ll never own
More than I’m sold
So what am I to do with me?
What would you have me be?
Your notion seems a little preconceived
Cause you’re pointing out what I’ve already seen.
Is there something that I should know?
Do you have advice that’s not on loan?
Or is this all that you’re good for?
I know that too…
I know
There’s a million things that I don’t know
I know
I don’t know half you know
Because you told me so
I know
You reap what you sow
Or so I’m told
I know
If I buy what I’m told I’ll never own
More than I’m sold
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2. |
I'm On Time
03:42
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I’ve drove a long mile
I can’t hide in denial
And you can see everything in black and white
Doesn’t make it right
And you
Can’t see what I see
Or how the shades appear to me
And you
Don’t know when the clock will strike
(I’m on the clock well I’m on time)
I’m on time
I’ve seen the light
Nearly every night
But you maintain it ain’t supposed to be
Cause the gold ain’t green
But you
Can’t see what I see
Or how the shades appear to me
And you
Don’t know when the clock will strike
(I’m on the clock well I’m on time)
I’m on time
Now we all pay
But it’s the dues that choose the time and place
If I lose and you
Tell me I played the fool
At least my life was spent on more than you
I’m on time
It seems awhile
Since I’ve heard you chide
When I say everything in black and white
You don’t seem so right
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3. |
King For A Day
03:52
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Fire warm me up
Lady on the rug
Darkness a little more than I dare
Lightness in her hair
But it goes away
I wish I could stay
Forest is full of bears
Cabin is without a care
Tied up is a better place to be
Our roots among the trees
But it goes away
I wish I could stay
King for a day
Best moon I’ve ever heard
Too long till I return
The wind is too strong to handle birds
Memories a jumble of words
But it goes away
I wish I could stay
But it goes away
I wish I could stay
King for a day
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4. |
Call It Home
03:43
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It’s been a long while
Since I’ve seen your smile
I’m glad to see it again
You’ve come a long way
Just to find your place
My friend
Will you call it home again?
Will you bring the mattress in?
Will you chance to make a friend?
But leave the bag under the bed…
You’ve had such a day
You’re always running away
And you can’t find your place
No matter how you pay
You never buy that you’re safe
You only wanted to stay
And call it home again
Will you bring the mattress in?
Will you chance to make a friend?
But leave the bag under the bed…
(Oye como ves verdad) --“hey you, see truth”
Will you call it home again?
Will you bring the mattress in?
Will you chance to make a friend?
But leave the bag under the bed…
Don’t call it home again
And leave the bag under the
And leave the bag under the
And leave the bag under the bed…
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5. |
Donatist
04:06
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I didn’t see
It wasn’t me
And say what you will
Except for what you mean
You handed over
What wasn’t your right
You left standing
And laid it down for the night
And now you want me to welcome you
Give you what you forgot you knew
The wings you shed and from which you flew
But I won’t turn it
You didn’t earn it
It’s not what I would do
I wasn’t wrong
What’s the harm?
The shortest little indiscretion
Lasts a little too long
And you missed the mark
But it wasn’t your aim
Only the guilty
Ever worry about blame
And now you want me to welcome you
Give you what you forgot you knew
The wings you shed and from which you flew
But I won’t turn it
You didn’t earn it
It’s not what I would do
Now the act itself well it
Should discredit your name
But what you merit
Is a different game
And now you want me to welcome you
Give you what you forgot you knew
The wings you shed and from which you flew
But I won’t turn it
You didn’t earn it
It’s not what I would do
I won’t turn it
You didn’t earn it
It’s not what I would do
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