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Time Now
04:42
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A victim of circumstance, he seemed alright
Not without some flaws but obviously neither am I
Tell me more all about, what he was like.
But I'd rather see myself, just sit back, hear him speak his mind
Cherish the times that you spend in your mind
Good or bad it could be your last
Time now to reconcile & face the hard facts
That fool you thought you knew is never coming back, no
So live inside this waste of space & then adapt
Just play along, observe, improve & then relapse
Although an introvert, he seemed well liked.
Not by all but some, & smart enough to know that’s fine.
How would he take the news about his fate?
Though now he's liked by all, he'll find pity don't feel quite the same
Cherish the times that you spend in your mind
Good or bad it could be your last
Time now to reconcile & face the hard facts
That fool you thought you knew is never coming back, no
So live inside this waste of space & then adapt
Just play along, observe, improve & then relapse
A bit of confidence, modesty too
He was self-aware, showed kindness when he needed to
But in an instant though, that all changed
Too little of all four, he’d be disappointed in me
Cherish the times that you spend in your mind
Good or bad it could be your last
Time now to reconcile & face the hard facts
That fool you thought you knew is never coming back, no
So live inside this waste of space & then adapt
Just play along, observe, improve & then relapse
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Fold Up
04:18
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So long, to any name I'd ever known
To trade up, I'd leave them all behind me
With more gone, this dream is getting rather cold
Fold up into the wind, rejoin the names I've cast aside
The sound of the siren voice, as sweet as is cold
We're taking in half of just what we're told
Helplessly we disregard the darker of sides
We'll learn it all on our own time
Before I make things worse
I'll use my curse to say
So long, to any name I'd ever known
To trade up, I'd leave them all behind me
With more gone, this dream is getting rather cold
Fold up into the wind, rejoin the names I've cast aside
The price at the end of the road gets all but ignored
We skim & we sign & we just move forward
Every red flag that we see, we're brushing aside
Learn to live the deal we signed
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I'm Jarrod, writer of 4 minute songs, most of which are based on The Twilight Zone.
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