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Change
04:12
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Was it worth it, and why would it be?
When everything you've worked for comes commitment free
I was hoping you'd have the guts to believe
that we would ever work out if you kept reminding me
That I'm attached to past mistakes
without a choice in where I go
forced to be myself when I don't want to be myself
I resent the way things change -- the way things have to change --
while I'm still here stubborn as I've always been
lonely as you'd let me be
And you'd let me be attached to past mistakes
without a choice in where I go
forced to be myself when I don't want to be myself
You are the voice that tells me everything's alright
I am the remnants of a boy afraid to fight
You are the spark that keeps my innocence alive
and I am the rope that keeps you tethered to the lie
that I'm attached to past mistakes
without a choice in where I go
forced to be myself when I don't want to be myself
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Calm
03:48
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I spent the better part of seven years relying on my greatest fears
A somber secret, maybe too severe. I held my tongue like a souvenir.
I've seen the way you tell me off: pissing me off just to prove me wrong;
tried my hand at every dead-end shot, but the truth came out and I was caught
I've been holding back a prophet's storm, because you can't be calm and well-informed
So show me what to do with all this time, and I'll find a way to make you mine. Tell me that I'm someone you won't forget then turn me into another regret.
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Holier Hands
05:27
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Cash In
03:02
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The freeway is an ambush of smoke and foggy mirrors, and I am silent where you stood when we both were here. When we were caught between the accidents -- the one's that made us stay -- like freedom carved in stone, instead of carved in clay.
Quietly certain that you'll be home again. I hope you make it soon. Angry enough, lonely enough to cash in.
A starlight congregation holds a fate far from divine
Tell me about hard times and I'll tell you about mine
When the creases and the lines are the only souvenirs of this life
then you'll be home.
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Crook
06:09
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You were a crook; stole your image from god
oh! but your heart -- no your heart don't belong
You were a doll with your smile painted on
A wax figure shell kept your secrets embalmed
Cassandra of mine, no one heard what you said; all of your warnings would leave me for dead.
I was a fool. I tried to break through your walls only to find they were already down.
But oh! It's a mystery how you dance without a love
and the sorrow that you feel bought a lifetime of trust at a price worth giving up.
Take a look at the life you would deny
Tell me it's right to care for the sake of your pride
When you lose sight of where you're going, don't look back on where you've been;
There's never a road to keep you from sin.
You were a crook: stole my heart with your song:
the sweetest of tunes leading me on
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Ghost Town Stories
02:01
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I gave up on ghost town stories
myths of great escape
is all they ever were
behind the truths we've been avoiding
and the masks we wear
and the songs you refuse to sing
everything we heard was a love song
every word called you mine
ever star may drown in the ocean
like every heart forgets its time
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Lines
05:12
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The promises of a well-intentioned love have weighed so heavily on me
brighter than the stars that you dreamed of and further than you would have believed
But ignorance has gone; its left enough to quake the earth beneath my feet: bringing down the pillars which I stood upon when I thought I was free
How many nights have I been awake waiting for something new?
How many lines have taken up space wasted all on you?
How many dreams have been kept at bay for fear of coming true?
How many lines have take up space wasted all on you?
Take your aim and shoot me where it counts
tell me off and open up my wounds
Please do your best to not waste words on this cold night what have you to prove?
With dreamer's hope I stand alert, willing to recover from the news
as dust collects and settles on the earth
while scars stand equal to the truth:
I believe in anything that you could say if it would make you feel the same.
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Unchecked Growth
05:38
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You're on to me like I want you to be
You've held on too long to be free
I'm the weed in your garden that's buried underneath the soil that you thought would bring relief
Some day you'll see that I am not what you need, but you'll be stuck and you'll believe that my secrets were only yours to keep.
Living lies can be so sweet
If you've ever wondered how high I can grow, then you'll be sure to find your answer.
Because even in the driest dirt or wildest drifts of snow, the weed will grow just like a cancer
It's the feeling that you're never quite alone; it's the songs that make you feel like you're at home.
It's the voices rising deep beneath dust; it's the feeling of somebody you can trust.
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Gone, Gone, Gone
03:10
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There's an old back road that lingers in my memory
Resting near the times that time forgot
And I used to take it fast enough to kill me
And let the potholes tell me where to stop
But now the road is paved and bathed in streetlight
And the gravel's buried underneath the tar
And the cul-de-sacs are clearly marked by street signs
There's no solace for a speeder in the dark.
There's some wrinkles sippin' whisky in the dim light
of the barely standing, broken local bar
And the amber of his drink paints a dusty, frozen sigh
as he sips away the ache in his heart
I still recall the twists and turns before the sprawl
of urban moms and trust fund transplants looking for a call
paved the way for yesterday to be as silent as the fall, paved the way for nothing at all
As time keeps ticking on I'll be gone, gone, gone
This road keeps trucking on; I am gone, gone, gone
This place just makes me wish I was gone, gone, gone
Back to where I'm sure I belong
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James Shepard Knoxville, Tennessee
"a hardworking and devoted musician. He wasted no time learning technique and theory, along with dedicating his time to
practice. He has grown from small syndicate to solo star."
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