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When I'm building monsters,
I build with the things I love to hate.
The ocean will not contain them,
And the world will find my fate.
Oh darling, please try to understand,
My unfailing love won't crawl into the sand,
But these disasters I hold,
Repeat themselves, bold,
And I watch them crash down.
I know they'll crash down.
I'll overcome all these things I've created.
Oh Darling, please darling,
Won't you take me by the hand,
I'm been feeling kind of blue,
And longing for the sand,
Just to stand on a beach,
In the middle of the summer,
Because the seasons growing colder,
And this winter is a bummer,
Oh darling, oh darling,
Take me to the city lights,
So I can watch them shimmer,
Through reflections in your eyes,
Oh darling, please darling,
I've been feeling kind of down,
And you're the only one that takes me,
To a smile from a frown.
Oh darling, oh darling,
I miss you all day long,
When the work tends to bore me,
As I listen to our songs,
Oh darling my darling,
I long, everyday,
To open my eyes beside you,
With a big smile on my face.
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There are plenty of rows of flowers over the river and through the valley,
And much more to this trail than perhaps we had counted on,
So there’s plenty of time to sing our songs and dream as the day goes on,
And talk about the things that tear us down.
Because you and I,
we’ll lift each other high,
Until both of us,
Can comfortably reach for the mountain sky.
There’s plenty of time to pass the time with conversation or silly talks,
And more or less we become a clock that holds time to the barrel of a gun,
And we can take the deepest breaths because this year holds a fresh slate of memories,
And there’s not a moment that goes by, so far, where I’m not have the most fun.
Because you and I,
we’ll lift each other high,
Until both of us,
Can comfortably reach for the mountain sky.
Because you and me,
Are all we can be,
And the both of us,
Can stare out as far as we can see,
Upon these mountains that we climbed,
And earned this point of view,
Oh we climbed,
And we earned this point of view,
Earned this point of view.
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Oh brutal love how you carry my bags,
Through long beaten paths and heavy terrains,
Through wind, sleet and snow, to the ever glow,
Where I sit down at a stool and burry my shame.
Oh mother, my mother, keep track of this,
My hard times and struggles and all of life’s whips.
There are no mountains I could climb, no valleys to reclaim,
I’m sorry to say I sail sinking ships.
Oh the northern wind will take note of this,
And remember every dime to my name,
Spent forgetting broken paths that lead me astray,
Spent burying all of my shame.
Oh precious love always remember,
The days that we spend that are far from sober,
Don’t bring them up as a past is a past,
And those sunken ships never made it past the harbour.
Oh the northern wind will take note of this,
And remember every dime to my name,
Spent forgetting broken paths that lead me astray,
Spent burying all of my shame.
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