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Get Some
07:28
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Faces
09:37
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FACES
From the inside, way to see me
All the colors, are designing in my mind friends
See where your heart can be
In a cold room, lies a feeling
All the colors, and the findings in my brain friends……
Rock stars with fancy cars, and motorcycle pick up joints,
And boulevard tattoos and mirrors
In the back room, through the courtyard
Waits the jury, of a broken old hand me down
See where your heart can be
Through his fortune, can’t conceal it
Rains with cold winds, though its one step closer friends
Rock stars with fancy cars, and motorcycle pick up joints,
And boulevard tattoos and mirrors
She don’t want to talk about it
She don’t understand, the way it has to be
Father of time, won’t you help me out of this
Father of mine, won’t you talk to me…….
The way that my life should be
From the ground here, looking out there
Trying to stand, make it all clear in my mind friends
See where your heart can be
Flying high planes, through the mountains
Dropping freedom, like a fountain flowing through my friends
Rock stars with fancy cars, and motorcycle pick up joints, And boulevard tattoos and mirrors
In an old room, shows a face near
Of an old man, whose children are here with you my friend
See where your heart can be
From the inside, way to see me
All the colors, are designing in my mind friends
Rock stars with fancy cars, and motorcycle pick up joints,
And boulevard tattoos and mirrors
She don’t want to talk about it
She don’t understand, the way it has to be
Father of time, won’t you help me out of this
Father of mine, won’t you talk to me…….
The way that my life should be
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For You
04:38
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GMC
04:01
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Seasons
08:18
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SEASONS
A sound it makes vibrations, it speaks to me through years
A noise is where it comes from first, and filters thru your ears
And all that lost, had sifted thru the gears
And all that came, had sifted thru the tears
So many times I play
To get me through my day
Please, Please, Please, another one please
one more mile, what a way to go
I’m looking for, the right evaluation
I’m speaking from, the bottom of my soul
A light it makes you wonder, you see it thru the cracks
It brightens rooms of blunder, and points out all the facts
Adjoining rooms with both ends up, a heart that doesn’t ache
One hand works to help you out, the other works to take
(chorus)
I only want to get there……..can you help me out with my fare
If I only had a one care……..would you be there
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