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We were pushed off a shelf
Downtown where we met me a girl
And you a boy
No patted soil, just releases
We were flushed and not ourselves
Downtown in a crowd
High on drugs and they could tell
No patted soil, just releases
I was baptized in my own blood
It seemed I had grown too tall
For the the war I had no idea was coming for me
And if I ever ask for something more than this
Kill me
And if I ever ask for something more than this
Release me
I was hushed and needing help
In your room where we fell
Not a fleeting kiss, a life well lived
Patted soil, not just releases
I was baptized in my own years that I lived alone
Strung out on the floor
I had no idea you were coming for me
Would you be kind enough
To bless me at the church
Then kill me
‘Cause if I ever drag you down into the dirt
Release me
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Break Through
03:55
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I felt my face turn into shapes I couldn’t change for you
So I melted away down through
I could be the comfort and laughter
If that’s what you’re after
But later on when the lights come on
My eyes don’t dialate
No colour clear or escape from here
No cradle under me
Can I write the song for me that says, “break through”
I felt my face turn into shapes I couldn’t change for you
So I melted away down through
I could be the light by your bedside
Or your burnt out headlight
A child bore that was never asked for, buried underneath
Can my body bend and connections mend
To a more familiar me
And can I write the song for me that says, “break through”
I’ve been blessed with a world of my own
But there’s a part of it I’ve outgrown
Where the colour’s clear away from here
And a cradle under me
Can I write the song for me that says, “break through”
I can’t let myself be happy now
Maybe tomorrow, somehow
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Long Dark Hall
02:11
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I want you to know that when I say that I’d rather die
It’s coming straight from my brain and not my heart
And I could be the first to warn you
Honey, if you’re gonna try to climb over to the other side
That all you’ll find is that long dark hall
With my picture on the wall
That’s been there all along
I know I head for the sideline every time
‘Cause I’m scared of what’s at the finish line
But I got love for you and maybe that’s alright
The other night it felt like purpose to me
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Connor James Halifax, Nova Scotia
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