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Distant
03:29
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I've mastered the art
Of being alone
In every crowded room
My thoughts take control
I never would have thought
I’d end up this way
But with hell comes fire and my desires
Get burned up in the flames
I swear that my heart
It belongs to you
I know I rarely let you in
I just don’t know how to
As days turn into weeks
The weeks turn into years
With years comes age and wisdom doesn’t stay
I’ve had to learn to be okay
I swear that my heart
It belongs to you
I know I rarely let you in
I just don’t know how
I swear that my heart
It belongs to you
I know I rarely let you in
I just don’t know how
I just don’t know how to
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2. |
A Fading Memory
04:07
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I wonder what happened in that old house
The door is locked and the key is lost
Do people even care or do they just drive by?
It probably never crossed their mind
A light glows dimly from a window at night
Left from a lifetime that just won’t die
The roof is falling and the floors are caving in
Does it ever cross their minds?
Does it ever cross their minds?
What was once a home is now just the past
What was once a life is now fading fast
A distant memory
A ghost that doesn’t last
Does it ever cross their minds?
Does it ever cross their minds?
That there was a day when all was happy and well
These rooms weren’t empty and the beds would never tell
But years went by and rot set in
Does it ever cross your mind?
Does it ever cross your mind?
What was once a home is now just the past
What was once a life is now fading fast
A distant memory
A ghost that doesn’t last
Does it ever cross your mind?
Does it ever cross your mind?
Does it ever cross your mind?
Does it ever cross your mind?
What was once a home is now just the past
What was once a life is now fading fast
A distant memory
A ghost that doesn’t last
Does it ever cross your mind?
Does it ever cross your mind?
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Reality
03:13
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The older I get I find that
The wiser I get the more
I don’t know anything at all
The years go by relentless
And I wish that I was fearless
I’m doing good to just hold on
On solid ground or shifting sand
It’s black and white and then turns color again
Things aren’t always as they seem
In fact, they rarely are
Speed up, slow down, I’m in this
Even tough my mind always is
Drifting off somewhere else
On solid ground or shifting sand
It’s black and white and then turns color again
Things aren’t always as they seem
In fact, they rarely are
In fact, they rarely are
On solid ground or shifting sand
It’s black and white and then turns color again
Things aren’t always as they seem
In fact, they rarely are
Well I wish that you could hear this
But I have no words to say it
So you probably think I just don’t care
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4. |
One More Slow Song
05:07
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Another day is gone
I can’t help but wonder
What am I doing here?
Another slow song
Another drink I don’t need
To keep me calm
I’ve wasted so much time
Of years I can’t get back
One more slow song
One more drink down
I can’t hold it all
I’ve wasted so much time
Of years I can’t get back
I’ve only got one life
I can’t live with this regret
Here I am, take it or leave it
I’m never going back where I’ve been
But I’ll be damned if I don’t tell you
I’ll always love you
I’ve wasted so much time
The years I can’t take back
I’ve only got one life
I can’t live with this regret
Here I am, take it or leave it
I’m never going back where I’ve been
But I’ll be damned if I don’t tell you
I’ll always love you
Here I am, take it or leave it
I’m never going back where I’ve been
But I’ll be damned if I don’t tell you
I’ll always love you
Here I am, take it or leave it
I’m never going back where I’ve been
But I’ll be damned if I don’t tell you
I’ll always love you
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Aaron Bowman Auburn, Alabama
Aaron Bowman is an indie folk artist and songwriter from the Auburn, Alabama area.
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