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Long before my stomping grounds got trampled on I sat and felt the greatest song That every painter - every poet couldn't create. And words they opened doors From what my parents had wished for When the had a child and raised a kid That I came to this. And How good does life feel in times like this? And How good is my shot before I close my eyes and miss? These feelings exist. Let it rain on monday morning Right before the world is awake I will ly there and just think about the weather. Let my blood beat from my chest And put my veins up to it's test I will breathe in and know what it feels to feel alive. |
I'm alive. About the time our tree house built fell on the lawn We sat and heard the first of songs That every rocking chair and shoe box would create. It's a world that's grown to be so careless with it's memories. Only benevolence can capture what I mean. But how good is this picture when the background's gone? When I still feel great about standing tall when everything went wrong, And I am all alone. Let it rain on monday morning Right before the world is awake I will ly there and just think about the weather. Let my blood beat from my chest And put my veins up to it's test I will breathe in and know what it feels to feel alive. |
I'm alive. Let it rain on my rooftop So I can hear the sounds, Of passing winds through blowing tree's That say "I'll see you around." The seasons can say things that I never can. These words describe nothing, When I come home again. Well I guess I must have lost it, In a line of my luck. It said "this is you're life now, and you're done with growing up." Well I missed my mark, And I miss those tree's, And I miss lying in bed tonight to picture these things. |
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