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Debris
04:37
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I can't stand your oppression
Or tolerate your obsession
I'm just not good enough for you
Won't stand for your control
Or give you another inch of my soul
As far as we're concerned, you're through
Caught in the ring your fear
Snared by what you whisper in my ear
That there's nothing of worth in me
But I'm so through with your lies
Oppressing things you devise
For all I care you can rot in your debris
Chorus:
Is it too much to ask to stretch my wings out and fly
Is it too much to dream that I might have something worth giving
Before I die
Won't hear your confession
Or believe your observation
Of all the things you think you see in me
But I won't put up with your mind control
Be blind no more, will open the door
Let freedom roll and soar and stop keeping score
Finally see and believe what it really means to live free indeed
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Last Call
04:25
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I can't look up, I won't look up
Won't look you in the eyes at all
I just wanna lay here and expire
Afraid to hear you say those words "last call"
You hurt me, you bruised me
Your words beat me with sticks and stones
No more, no more, won't take it no more
Won't let your actions break my bones
Chorus:
I'm damaged, I can't swim
You stand there, but won't come in
You stretch your hand, but only so far
And say last call
You stifle, and repress me
You apologize but don't impress me
What kind of friend, what kind of friend are you
When your words do anything but bless me
(chorus)
Just walk away, just let me go
You were never all that, never all that to me
Just walk away, don't bother reaching
You were never a friend, never a friend can't you see
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Stories
04:43
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Been on the same chapter, been on the same verse
Seems like I've read these same words a thousand times
The story's getting old, the plot wearing me thin
And I can't take much more of this tragedy we're in
Chorus:
And I want to find my way out
Of this tale of failure, weakness and doubt
And I hope to see the light of day
As I page through these stories
I stumble over the words, my eyes wander lost
False images dancing, as I carry my cross
The nails drive in deeper, front of the whole world to see
My flesh is crying, please crucify me
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Roots
04:58
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The air's thick with haze the heat drains my energy
But I know that I am on my way home
The sweat it stings my eyes so bad that I cannot see
But I know that I am on my way home
Sometimes I wanna cry, cuz I can't seem to make ends meet
But I know that I am on my way home
No matter how hard I try that mountain seems way too steep
But I know that I am on my way home
Sometimes I'm let down by the ones that I love most
But I know that I am on my way home
When the pain begins to come around it haunts me just like a ghost
But I know that I am on my way home
Home, on my way home, home
It's a fight there's no doubt, to keep my roots growing deep
But I know that I am on my way home
The rain tries to watch out, that soil that embraces me
But I know that I am on my way home
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Cold Heart
07:34
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When I see you, I turn away
Callous and pale with not much to say
I'm frightened and shamed, somewhat torn apart
Would you still take this cold, cold heart
The truth speaks clear, that I've not loved you
I've been selfish and vain, anything but true
Oh God, I just don't know where to start
But ask that you'd warm this cold, cold heart
Chorus:
And maybe I will realize just how foolish I've been
Someday see the mess in me, and own up for my sin
But for now I don't know how to find the right words to say
'Cept, "help me please, I'm on my knees. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
When I see you, I don't wanna turn away
I've been so desperate with a whole lot to say
Oh God, I'm so scared and broken apart
Would you still take this cold, cold heart
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I can't stand your oppression
Or tolerate your obsession
I'm just not good enough for you
Won't stand for your control
Or give you another inch of my soul
As far as we're concerned, you're through
Caught in the ring your fear
Snared by what you whisper in my ear
That there's nothing of worth in me
But I'm so through with your lies
Oppressing things you devise
For all I care you can rot in your debris
Chorus:
Is it too much to ask to stretch my wings out and fly
Is it too much to dream that I might have something worth giving
Before I die
Won't hear your confession
Or believe your observation
Of all the things you think you see in me
But I won't put up with your mind control
Be blind no more, will open the door
Let freedom roll and soar and stop keeping score
Finally see and believe what it really means to live free indeed
(chorus)
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Michael Miles Minneapolis, Minnesota
Acoustic artist Michael Miles is an acoustic guitarist and songwriter from the Twin Cities metro area in Minnesota (not to be confused with Michael J Miles the banjo artist). Miles recorded his last full-length album in 2011, "Six by Six", a recompilation of a variety of his favorite improv instrumental pieces. ... more
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