Album: One Man Service Station
Consistent inconsistencies make the heart too hard and the eyes too blind to see
Always going and never still
Paying a high price to a never ending dream and an undying will
On the edge unable to reach the fruits of labor that only smell so sweet
Wanting to taste yearning to try
The juices that spring forth like cold rain from the sky
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You and I were made for better things
Than fighting for something we will never see
You and I were made for better things
Like reaching an end and hearing those angels sing
Living without living within breathing air because one must if one is to live
Apathetic embrace of truth living with hope only because you say its easier to
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So it is and so it shall be remain in today but keep your eyes open to see
Rejoice in the giving, accepting too, cause there is much more waiting there for you
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