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Supernatural
05:13
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Coldest days won’t get you down
What’s in your head that’s making sound
Like a king your dreams are crowned
Painted masterpiece for free
With time to feed my favorite willow tree
But who made the sun?
CHORUS
Who made the sun?
Calculations don’t say it at all
Some would say what’s done is done
I believe we’re supernatural
Waking up I sometimes hate to get up
The pressing just won’t let up
When dressing I won’t dress up
I get so tiny then I feel so small
I get so big and then I feel so tall
An empty glass can hold it all
Today I’m gonna sing
Smile ‘til it stings
CHORUS
I say "god?" and you say goodbye
It’s not like that
Crash into a beautiful future
self destruct
You just laugh
You thought I was not coming back
In fact I told you I’d be gone
If I can retract that, I was wrong
So tell me who made the sun?
Calculations don’t say it at all.
I believe we're supernatural
The hand that holds me doesn’t hold me down
Keeping me around
I found
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Being OK
04:32
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Left my hometown for a big town. Now the big town is my hometown... and it isn’t big at all. How this city became small.
But I’m being OK.
Fancied myself the wandering type. Dreamed of paths and never ever destinations. Figured in the work but not the time.
But I’m being OK.
Now freshness is in the skin of children. Believing makes it so, and every time we think back we were dying to get old.
Our moments breaking all time records; speeding like gunfire. Rounds and rounds of movement and the moment still expires. Never to be had again. Reliving takes up time and then you’ve lost the moment twice.
Yeah, I’m being OK.
And the picture isn’t finished. Shake the box and they’re all in it! Put the pieces all away. Everything is there... No one really cares. We put it back anyway. Take it apart anyway. But we’re being OK.
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Pterodactyl
03:39
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I spied you sailing overhead
What was this that my eyes had seen
I felt a snap inside my mind
Words spread among my vertebrae
I don't fly
I think I had a dream
But it was just...
It was just a dream
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Livingspaces
02:54
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N/A
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Serena Andrews New York, New York
From 1996-2013 I made all the music my heart desired. Now, I'm traveling and writing books.
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