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Chances
03:51
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Cassie wakes with the setting sun
She paints her toenails one by one
And she says to the mirror
Tonight will be better
She hums a little to herself
One glass one plate there's no one else
But lean a little nearer
Her smile is clearer
And her head still spinning with her dreams
Her world is not quite what it seems
Tom washes off the dirt
Clean fingers tucking in a shirt
that makes his eyes more blue
So mum said, it must be true
He wonders idly should he shave
His dinner in the microwave
spins half forgotten
his toes tap a rhythm
And his head still spinning with his dreams
His world is not quite what it seems
And maybe they will meet
Maybe they will dance
Maybe on this night
These hearts will take a chance
Again
Cassie fumbles with her keys
Her mind is like a honey bee
Buzzing with excitement
from saying what her heart meant
Tom stumbles through the door
Thoughts upside down with so much more
Than he dreamt he would find there
He's never felt so clear
And their heads still spinning with their dreams
In a world that's not quite what it seems
In separate worlds these dreamers dance
Still waiting for that second chance.
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2. |
The Fighter
05:32
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Blood drips like water from his battered lip
the light is tearing in his eye
swollen joints with callouses now split
the roaring crowd a distant sigh
but oh, the tears will fall if he doesn't win tonight
She holds her breath watching the first blow fall
too numb but still life strikes her low
salty, bitter in its well worn course
the battle's outcome too well known
but oh, the tears will fall if he doesn't win tonight
under the light he stands
ignoring fate
more bruise than a man
in the half light
she waits for him
and fears...she fears...
Another fight, another beaten soul
through swollen eyes he sees the prize
her pain so heavy, never surfacing
but always present in her lies
but oh, the tears will fall if he wins again tonight
and oh, the tears will fall...
another win, another fight...
another fight...
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3. |
This Sympathetic Street
04:57
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I'm a stranger in a strange town
But somehow it always feels like home
When I catch my shadow in the glass
As cross my shoulders the sunlight roams
The trams rattle by on Sydney Road
An oddity to my northern eyes
Past the bridal shops and cafes there
And the clustered pubs keep slipping by
And I never know which way my feet will tread
Between the morning light and the day's end
But my soul will feel the comfort of it
This sympathetic street.
It's thirty-five and rising
But tomorrow will chill me to the bone
And my mother's voice sounds so distant here
As she leaves another message on my phone
Yes, the days slip by all too quick
In my perfect holiday bliss
But I'm sliding back to a reality
That I'm all too keen to miss
'Cause I never know which way my feet will tread
Between the morning light and the day's end
But my soul will feel the comfort of it
This sympathetic street
I'm waiting again at Tullamarine
For the plane that'll take me away
And I wish there could be another way
I wish that I could stay.
But the path that I'm set on was locked in
By a thousand choices made time and again
And my soul must bear the parting and the loss
'Til our paths again converge and cross
And my feet will recognise this city
I'll walk each street and every alley
And my soul will feel the comfort of it
This sympathetic street
Yes my feet will recognise this city
I'll walk each street and every alley
And my soul will feel the comfort of it
This sympathetic street
This sympathetic street
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4. |
Fill Up
04:38
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4am - I'm awake again
can't remember what it was I heard
thinking of you I can't sleep again
my smile's racing the dawn
and you, you fill up my thoughts, fill up my heart again
you, you fill up my mind, fill up my time again
10 o'clock - I daydream again
can't focus on what work is in store
thinking of you and the greys all end
colours brighten and swirl
and you, you fill up my thoughts, fill up my heart again
you, you fill up my mind, fill up my time again
I know I can't wait, it's useless, it's just mad
the dreams I create can only go bad
and you, you fill up my thoughts, fill up my heart again
you, you fill up my mind, fill up my time again
stars come out and I wait for you
can't recall what else I had to do
thinking of you, I can't feel the cold
but the moon keeps sinking low...
and you, you fill up my thoughts, fill up my heart again
you, you fill up my mind, fill up my time again
you, you'll never be mine, never have time for me
but you, you fill up my thoughts, fill up my heart again
but you, you'll never be mine.
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5. |
Every Morning
05:58
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You wake me in the morning
sun pours from your eyes
your warm arms surround me
my own best surprise
You whisper my name as
you're making the toast
and though I'm not in the room
I still feel its ghost
and every morning will start the same
if I have my way
The world is our table
your smile the northern star
across space we travel
in the passing of a jar
I smile my deepest passions
and stir them in your tea
so every sip across your lip
is laced with the hint of me
and every morning will start the same
if I have my way.
Time has no meaning
it's just a ticking clock
still our world collapses
in the emptying of a cup.
We stand at the doorway
hands stuffed in our coats
hearts full of too many things
shuffling awkward at the post
and every morning will end the same
no matter what I say.
No matter what I say.
It's just the way it is...
it's just the way it is...
it's just the way it is
'til I have my way.
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Jane Cameron Melbourne, Australia
beauty is... tears in laughter, small joys even in the midst of sorrow, a drifting feather, a cold beach, the wind over the ocean, cold fingers on the skin making your heart warm, storm clouds and lightning, rain, the sun through green leaves in the morning, voices singing, the rhythm of a drum, the beat of your heart, the sigh of your breath and moments of pure relaxation...and a ukulele helps. ... more
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