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Mar 2015
Hold on, you're now going to have to say so long
Go ahead, please just make your way and break free
Don’t make this a problem
This is to save you, this isn't for me
Yes you know, need to keep your soul it isn't something you can sell
My heart will bleed from this overwhelming emotional clog

The heart grows fond, if there is some distance
I can’t comprehend your brash decisions
And you just deny, tell me why

Because a promise is a promise you’ll break
My dearest apologize, the sympathy I fake
I can’t even trust you, I can’t even blink
I think it’s my past that’s really to blame
Yes you know need to keep your soul it isn't something you can sell
My heart will bleed from this overwhelming emotional clog

The heart grows fond, if there is some distance
I can’t comprehend your brash decisions
And you just deny, tell me why tell me why

The heart grows fond, if there is some distance
I can’t comprehend your brash decisions
And you just deny
Stop crying and stand up for yourself
If you keep letting them silence you you’ll never get out
Remove yourself from this self destructive, disgusting rut
No one can do this for there’s no one

One second is there something we missed?
Why must we confess and be told to repent?
Not everything’s black and white or open and shut?
What could be the answer if there is one?

Kneel down and confess
I’m on a trip, in a trance
No one can tell me I can’t

There’s no racing in a day dream
You can go at your own pace there’s no need to run
There’s something bigger out there but we’re not sure what
I will not wait for the end to come

I remember the songs that we sung
About the light of the moon and the heat of the sun
Deep as the ocean and aged as ancient dust
The beat of my heart in sync with the drums

One second is there something we missed?
Why must we confess and be told to repent?
Not everything’s black and white nor open and shut
What could be the answer if there is one?

I can’t remember
The word that you say, was it reminiscent of the gods above?
I won’t depend on or
Defend the belief that everything’s okay

Smirking with open hands
They’re smirking

There’s no racing in a day dream
You can go at your own pace there’s no need to run
There’s something bigger out there but we’re not sure what
I will not wait for the end to come

Forget yourself
Go
Your worry wart's about to erupt
There's a voice from the forest telling you to come
Running from east to west going coast to coast
If you don’t you'll surely go mad

What will you tell your folks?
When you finally leave today
And your life is about to begin
What will you tell your folks?
When you have nothing to say
When you know it’s the end

Your will never hear
Me never ever say
"You are only second best"
Tomorrow's remnants
In the hands of gypsies and magicians
Tommy Johnson
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Tommy Johnson  New Jersey
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