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Aami
02:54
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Aami, such a clever girl, out to see the world
Lately, your patience’s wearing thin in the states you’re in
Aami, never looking back, you know better than that
Tell me, when you see yourself do you feel regret
Buried deep inside, all the things you hide
Will never see the light, it's such a shame
Remember all our days of carelessness
Each night you were a miracle
Aami, please don’t let your pride keep you from what’s right
Tell me, is it a better life to be an army wife?
Aami, when you see the world I hope it's on your terms
Maybe, you sell yourself short, you don't know your worth
(Is it because) They talk down at you, they won't listen
They don't speak with you like we used to do
Back home everybody needs you now and
you would see we're not so different
Aami we're not so different
Aami you are magnificent
We're all magnificent on our own ways
We’re not so different anyway
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Flowers in the Fog
03:27
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In the morning, you come selling flowers in the fog
And the hearts on yr sleeve are no longer there for me
You cry, and the tears fall in yr afternoon tea
With yr leaves, with yr stars, let them color who you are
Let them color who you are, let them color who you are
Color me surprised, it’s all a lie
Yr thoughts and theft, are the only things left
Keep yr youth and yr charm, let them keep you safe from harm
I’ll grow older, my dreams are boring
Just like this song, they keep droning on and on
And on and on and on and on and on
I’m so predictable, you’ve become retractable
Yr streetlight goes out, we were that bus that never comes
I’ll remain second place, you won’t bother to replace
To my morning rain, yr the atlantic
I want you to drown my sorrows, the ones I borrowed
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Tell Me
03:09
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Thought I'd spend all of my time wondering where you've been
And what you're doing now and when did I begin to be like this
And I thought that I'd be fine walking away from you
But it's me that fell behind and I don't know what to do
I lost you that's not far from the truth / Tell me
Was it bad luck or just fate that I came around so late
You tell me
Can you tell me how to feel, no I'm not sure this is real
Please tell me
So I thought I'd write again to see if you're still there
I'm not sure you'd like me now, there's really not much left
Just my stupid longing heart, should’ve known it from the start
Was it bad luck or just fate that I came around so late
You tell me
Can you tell me how to feel, no I'm not sure this is real
Please tell me
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Broken Chain
02:53
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Your eyes fixed on the cross
Like the one in your living room
When you come down the hill
Do you feel the longing still?
And the hands on the clock
They don’t keep you up anymore
It’s not your time anyway
Do you feel the longing still?
Broken chain on your bicycle
Should have fixed it long ago
When you fell on the street
Do you feel the stinging still?
All the time that you took
Drawing broken hearts in your books
Could have been better spent
Because you feel that stinging still
Hear the church bells / Ring on Sunday
Seven sorrows sound divine
You’ll be watching / From your window
Golden teardrops are shimmering
Float down from a dream
Fixed your eyes on the cross
Like the one you had in your youth
And the passage of time
Hasn’t ever felt that still
Hear the church bells / Ring on Sunday
Seven sorrows sound divine
You’ll be watching / From your window
Golden teardrops are shimmering
Float down from a dream
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