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- So Far Beyond -
Blues/Country Feel
So far beyond... this life been livin'.
Mistakes come haunt my nightmares sweet sweat.
What can you do when trust was given?
So young to bury in heart's regret.
Now, broken down with head hung low.
Don't want to see...these eyes gone blind.
Feel feet shuffling, as steps grown slow.
Cold...No sun...Ain't life unkind?
No forks left on this road to nowhere.
A path so worn nothing grows no more.
Living a lie, no cares to bare.
Rain pours down, soul-soaked to core.
Facing the west while shadow grow east.
Upturned and collared to winter's cruel blow.
Exposed to existence, not sure known the least.
Every morning awaken to mirror's seen foe.
No will left 'cept will to find...
Somewhere a peace...a comfort of mind.
What I once found true...now sands in past's time.
Where there once was a life...now dreamscaped in time.
Sometimes the night forgives and allows,
The taste of lost loves and what's driven you on.
To pretend and deny what's made you so bowed...
An arrangment in Hell with tears and the bond.
I see people pass; a smile to their beat.
I see people longing for a chance of cards drawn.
I've seen them all from kings to the creeps.
One common thread is we're all chessboard pawns.
Sometimes we want so badly to be,
Someone other than we now are.
Somewhere another is longing to need
something inside but look to the stars.
Pain is numbed but at such a cost.
This constant contempment breed familiararity.
So bury the hurt in deepest of vaults
and live in self exile's purgatory.
Hard as I try to keep hope alive,
steeled compartments wave life aside.
Something inside has come to die.
And spent life waiting in a long, lost goodbye.
Hard as I try to keep hope alive,
these compartments of steel allows life to go bye.
Something inside has come to die.
To spend a life waiting...In the long goodbye.
So far beyond... this life been livin'.
Mistakes come haunt my nightmares sweet sweat.
What can you do when trust was given?
So young to bury in heart's regret.
Now, broken down with head hung low.
Don't want to see...these eyes gone blind.
Feel feet shuffling, as steps grown slow.
Cold...No sun...Ain't life unkind?
No forks left on this road to nowhere.
A path so worn nothing grows no more.
Living a lie, no cares to bare.
Rain pours down, soul-soaked to core.
Facing the west while shadow grow east.
Upturned and collared to winter's cruel blow.
Exposed to existence, not sure known the least.
Every morning awaken to mirror's seen foe.
No will left 'cept will to find...
Somewhere a peace...a comfort of mind.
What I once found true...now sands in past's time.
Where there once was a life...now dreamscaped in time.
Sometimes the night forgives and allows,
The taste of lost loves and what's driven you on.
To pretend and deny what's made you so bowed...
An arrangment in Hell with tears and the bond.
I see people pass; a smile to their beat.
I see people longing for a chance of cards drawn.
I've seen them all from kings to the creeps.
One common thread is we're all chessboard pawns.
Sometimes we want so badly to be,
Someone other than we now are.
Somewhere another is longing to need
something inside but look to the stars.
Pain is numbed but at such a cost.
This constant contempment breed familiararity.
So bury the hurt in deepest of vaults
and live in self exile's purgatory.
Hard as I try to keep hope alive,
steeled compartments wave life aside.
Something inside has come to die.
And spent life waiting in a long, lost goodbye.
Hard as I try to keep hope alive,
these compartments of steel allows life to go bye.
Something inside has come to die.
To spend a life waiting...In the long goodbye.
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