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Home
05:14
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Shed your skin
Goodbye to all things known
Life is about to begin
Boy you've grown
Make mistakes
And place some losing bets
Your heart will break
But never have regrets
Some devils get their wings, some angels fall
The rest of us roam
You can lie in your own bed within these walls
But you can't go home
My good friend
Full of time and charm
Started at the end
A needle in his arm
He arose
A clear and brilliant mind
Until his ghosts
Caught him from behind
Some devils get their wings, some angels fall
The rest of us roam
You can lie in your own bed within these walls
But you can't go home
Boy is back in town
Welcome home signs in his name
His old friends are still around
But they don't look the same
Take your time
Do the things you love
Cause even when it's on your side
It's never enough
Some devils get their wings, some angels fall
The rest of us roam
You can lie in your own bed within these walls
But you can't go home
You can't go home
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Start Again
04:46
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I walked away from everyone
So we could be alone
You ran away from everything
So we could start again
What do you want with me today
I fought it off to get away
Pieces of light shift and change
Start again another way
If you want this like you need it
We can make it happen
If you want this like you need it
We can make it happen
If you want this like you need it
We can make it happen
If you want this like you need it
We can make it happen
Somewhere out there
Is a coffin for us
Somewhere out there
They're calling for us
Somewhere out there
Is a coffin for us
Somewhere out there
They're calling for us
I want
I want
Out
I want out
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Everything is the Same
03:11
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I built a plane out of stone,
It doesn't fly.
I always liked staying home.
Home.
I planted a garden of glass,
It doesn't grow.
Flowers weren't made to last.
No.
Everything is the same here everything is the same.
I wrote a poem made of sand,
It's never heard.
The syllables sift through my hands.
Everything is the same here everything is the same.
Everything is the same here everything is the same.
Everything is the same here everything is the same.
Everything is the same here everything is the same.
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I can hear everything here,
The footsteps of some unknown creature,
The cry of a new mother homeward bound.
The rush of wind as it dances with the trees.
It's all I can do not to weep.
The birch trees stand tall,
Slender columns amidst the green.
Sentinels of this sacred ground.
Time has etched her secrets on their silver white skin.
It's all I can do not to sing.
Here is where I come
When I cannot find my home,
Stuck between flight and solid ground.
But oh to be the moth with her circular ascent,
Instinct guides her as she rises to meet her death.
They say the sun is setting,
Yet it is I who move around her.
She is constant, I am change.
My feet on the ground, my head tilts towards the sky
As the light around me begins to fade.
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Rolling Home
03:44
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Rolling Home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to old New England
Rolling home dear land to thee
Call all hands to man the capstan
See the cable running clear
Heave away and with a will boys
To our homeland we will steer
Rolling Home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to Caledonia
Rolling home dear land to thee
And the waves we leave behind us
Seem to murmur as they flow
There's a hearty welcome waiting
In the land to which we go
Rolling Home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to old New England
Rolling home dear land to thee
Many thousand miles behind us
Many thousand miles before
The ocean lifts her winds to bring us
To that well remembered shore
Rolling Home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to Caledonia
Rolling home dear land to thee
Rolling Home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to our homeland
Rolling home dear land to thee
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Mally Smith Somerville, Massachusetts
Mally Smith is a singer-songwriter who divides her time between Boston and Edinburgh. Reminiscent of Shawn Colvin or a young Joni Mitchell, Mally combines tasteful guitar playing and poetic lyrics with a voice that will melt your heart.
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