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letra de eyes, eternally - soul-junk

[chorus 1]
dark is the mirror, steep the hill now
and everyone thinks they know the deal now
but if sweet is the scroll, then how bitter the pill
ah, how did disconnection grow?
ah, bigger (closer) than you know, now
and your words can’t connect with what i feel now

dark is the mirror, steep the hill now
and everyone thinks they know the deal now
but if sweet is the scroll, then how bitter the pill
and your words can’t connect with what i feel now
[chorus 2]
played the flute but you don’t dance
played the dirge but you don’t mourn
smile but you cannot smile with me
weep but you cannot weep with me
ah, how did disconnection grow?
ah, bigger (closer) than you know, now
how do you think you can see
in through my eyes externally

[chorus 1]
dark is the mirror, steep the hill now
and everyone thinks they know the deal now
but if sweet is the scroll, then how bitter the pill
and your words can’t connect with what i feel now

[chorus 2]
played the flute but you don’t dance
played the dirge but you don’t mourn
smile but you cannot smile with me
weep but you cannot weep with me
ah, how did disconnection grow?
ah, bigger (closer) than you know, now
how do you think you can see
in through my eyes externally
[verse]
check it out, what
we live in depths of rhyme with not enough time on clocks hours and days
building city blocks from the sun-dried days
embraced by straw and grass
we be the adobe people fighting for at least one chance
for a sequel
photo data perforation torn by our fascination on what pays in these worn-out days
feet sore from walking life’s giant maze
you gotta keep repairing the wearing & tearing of your souls
keep strides right, staying on track in this rat race for the cheddar
getting zapped electrica
something’s gots to let you know that you’re taking the wrong path
maybe a wrong right – only one left or a right wrong
keep the math but don’t hold your breath
because it’s a rat race for the finish line
goals and dreams that could be mine
make sure it’s a checkered flag, not a black flag
that’s poisonous, that will poison us and seize us
like an engine with no oil on the hot straightaway
left in the wrecking yard just to rust away
good morn, wake up look outside, its a dusty day
we live in city blocks built by the sun-dried clay
hold your head high, make sure we just don’t wash away
protect yourself when the clouds turn grey
[chorus 1]
dark is the mirror, steep the hill now
and everyone thinks they know the deal now
but if sweet is the scroll, then how bitter the pill
and your words can’t connect with what i feel now

- soul junk

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