The Morning Of

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Heaven Or Hell :
[Justin Wiley]
Do you feel the same?
I've given it time
But you went away
And left me to die
Time goes on and on and on again
But I just feel worse
I soldier on and on and on
But you won't return

[Jessica Leplon]
I've seen heaven and hell, made too much of myself
Built this world on my shoulders for a story to tell
I've been broken and bruised, left my lungs overused
Watched you walk away
Watched you walk away

[Justin Wiley & Jessica Leplon]
There was a time when I
Counted on you to be here for me
Now that seems naive
Life goes on and on and on
And I just stand still
You move on and on and on
And nothing feels real

[Aaron Marsh of Copeland]
Here..lay still
Open my heart
Feel it slow
I put you out
The way I fell in
If you turn to me now I could only say this
Now if you're scared to death like me
But you'll not get a bit of rest
For the pounding and calling at a door in your little chest
If you're scared to death like me, close your eyes
Just close your eyes

Let Your Spirit Soar :
3 AM, a boy sits outside his house,
lonely with his guitar.
But then he plays a melody that's so familiar,
it reminds him of who we are

So hold fast to all of your hopes,
and chase your dreams
with all the things that you know
Live each day like it could be your last
Because this world can be a cruel place,
the more you give it seems the more you lose face
Hold on tight and things will be just fine
Whoa whoa

To the people that can hear us,
here's a message that's unwinding.

Don't break hearts and try to shake hands,
because we're living in a time of living's last chance.
Let your spirit soar. (x2)

Ooo yeah. Go!

Now it's half past three
and I can see the task that has been placed before me,
don't live your life with regret
because there will be things that you will miss.

To the people that can hear us,
here's a message that's unwinding.

Don't break hearts and try to shake hands,
because we're living in a time of living's last chance.
Let your spirit soar. (x2)

If you don't believe me,
I'll just keep my mouth shut.
Yeah, right.
Woah.
4 AM, the boy can't fall asleep,
because his actions always haunt him in his dreams
So heed his warning and don't break hearts.
and don't break hearts.

Don't break hearts and try to shake hands,
because we're living in a time of living's last chance.
Let your spirit soar.
Woah

Grey Turning Gold, Turning Light :
The gears inside me grind,
to a rhythm that makes these sparks fly in my mind.
I make myself beautiful wih an absensce of complextion.
Cynical with hopes and dreams,
my white flag is raised and in this scheme,
I see the start to a new direction.`

Though failure is fleeting,
now the atmosphere's retreating

Come on baby dive right in,
lets sin with a little skin on skin,
oh i've been knocking all night
but you still won't let me in.
Come on baby dive right in,
lets sin with a little skin on skin,
ill make you finish first
and then i'll add your ego in.

they scarcely corragate the surface with a wind of accidental burden,
we all wear lips that are cold bruised overused in tales of racy pasquinade

The wind might catch me,
capture and dispatch me

A Barrel Tapped At Both Ends :
New Jersey

I think I'm hooked. I think you're bleesed with your coastline calling out like diamonds in the eyes of a criminal....your subliminal message. I'd give a life to get washed up on that piece of cold atlanticism and the enthusiasm your inhabitants reside...oh they makes me want to dance. It's like I'm sharing secrets with my bathroom mirron behind this locked door. This valley's starting to feel unkind

There must be something in the water here so baby let's dance. Damn we got the moves and damn do we have style. My hands fit your hips like a puzzle piece and the poise your spread to me is like a new disease so your majesty, please infect me.

Like a midnight managerie or something sweet when it's needed the most. I'm pretty sure you're as perfectly timed as one can get. Now I'm hiding in your closet and while this fear is measured in its darkness, our love is measured in anticipation. I'm thirsty for it. Are you craving it too? (Are you craving it too?)

But there's always a catch. It's so high but in view. I knew you knew it too

Please infect me. x3

Let's Make My First Accident My Last :
Hang yourself like I've hung on to every word you've ever said.

Take those times in your car when you'd be dressed to kill on the way to see the stars held in your palm but never let out for me to view and replace them with that night out on your porch. This time I'm dressed to kill and we're killing time wishing it was each other. And if I had a dime for every time I felt less potent then a piece of dust collecting on my picture which lies face down (Set your ice on this road. Turn your headlights ablast. Let's make my first accident my last.) on desolate shelf in your room, I'd be rich and wishing that you won't be home soon

Move to the other coast 3,000 miles away and then I'll sing so you know I'm making my way across these purple moutain majesties, torch in hand ready to burn these amber waves of distain.

Still hung over from the present and the past. Intoxication never lasts. All good things in life come to an end. And those experiences worth reliving are now eyes wide shut. They're eyes wide shut. It silently screams to me, this unanswered question; Was it fact or was it fiction? Was it fiction?

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