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You're No Lost Saint
03:17
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I've been tossed and I've been used,
I've been broken, battered and abused,
But you're still calling out to me.
I've done all I can do, said all I can say,
It doesn't matter anyway,
You're still calling out to me.
When you appeared from out of the blue,
I was so near to healing from you.
I thought I owed it myself to give forgiveness a try,
But you're no lost saint, and neither am I.
Now, it's my turn to walk away,
And though you know I'll never stay,
You're still calling out to me.
When you appeared from out of the blue,
I was so near to healing from you.
I thought I owed it to myself to give forgiveness a try,
But you're no lost saint, and neither am I.
Now, it's my turn to walk away,
And though you know I'll never stay,
You're still calling out to me.
You're still calling out to me.
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2. |
Almost Home
02:42
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I don't know how, don't know what, don't know where,
Maybe my eyes, or my ears, or in the air,
But I'm weak, and I'm tired
I'm no good at waiting to be inspired.
I've been resting a little too long now,
I'd start a new day, but I'm not sure how to begin,
'Cause i've never had an end.
I'm almost alone,
And i don't want to be alone,
But this is only almost home.
And I'm scared,
I really thought I'd be prepared,
But sometimes strangers feel a little bit too strange.
No, I'm not sad, just unsure and immature,
But I've found it's not just me, it's in everything I see.
With each shallow, dull conversation,
We dig ourselves into deep isolation where we stay,
'Cause we've never learned any other way.
And we all feel alone,
But I don't think that we're alone,
'Cause we're all looking for a home.
And we're scared,
The only thing we have prepared
Is how to be a stranger among strangers.
Is there anything stranger, when we all want to have a home?
I guess we're always almost home.
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3. |
OK
02:42
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The trees should be sleeping, sleeping this time of year,
And I've been so deep in, deep in my own pit of fear.
But what can I say? I'll be okay. I'll be ok.
There's no other way, so I'll be ok. I'll be ok.
The leaves have all fallen, fallen on what's left behind.
And I am just looking, looking for some piece of mind.
It's a new day, and I'll be ok. I'll be ok.
There's no other way, so I'll be ok. I'll be ok.
It just takes some time, a little while then I'm gonna be fine.
Just remember, when all the leaves have fallen, yeah, they'll grow back again.
With all of the things that I've come to know, I gotta believe that I'll learn to grow.
Where the trees aren't sleeping, yeah, there's no chance of snow.
And I'll be ok, i'll be ok, I'll be ok x4
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4. |
What Kind of Light
01:33
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What kind of light will I be?
Is it still living in me?
I gotta leave while I can, I hope you will understand,
I gotta find what kind of light I will be.
Now I've become sunken and stale,
But I'm taught that the light will prevail.
I believe it's the truth, and I'll be living proof.
i gotta find what kind of light I will be.
'Cause we all have a light we too often ignore,
Sometimes we forget that it's there.
But it grows big and bright on those rare, secret nights
When we let ourselves whisper, "I care."
There's a sparrow who waits 'cross the sea,
And he's pointing his beacon at me.
Is this it? i don't know. I won't know 'til I go.
I gotta find what kind of light i will be.
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Sarah Hochman Brisbane, Australia
I'm a singer-songwriter originally from Connecticut, now living in Brisbane, Australia.
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