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I'm trying not to be too forward,
Or jealous of your coming days,
But life's just a tad bit shitty, over here,
Perhaps I'll find some peace here, I pray.

You're the only thing that would clean these tears away,
But they're only here because you've gone away.

Maybe I'll move to fucking Oslo,
And get my head out of these clouds,
This deep dark depression,
That in my world I've found.

I'll spread my broken wings,
Even if it hurts, even if I die trying,
Because the only things worth living for,
Are keeping me from crying.

I'm trying to host a world in my head,
I might as well be jumping rough tops,
And mastering in applied engineering,
Oh I don't know where I'm headed, I'm the dead leaves in the crops.

Maybe I'll move to fucking Oslo,
And get my head out of these clouds,
This deep dark depression,
That in my world I've found.

I'll spread my broken wings,
Even if it hurts, even if I die trying,
Because the only things worth living for,
Are keeping me from crying.

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from Pour Quand Vous Êtes À La Maison, released June 7, 2014
Written by Jonathan Atkins SOCAN, ASCAP 2014

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Jonathan Atkins Mississauga, Ontario

"A singer-songwriter with a devastating ear for harmonies and a delicate touch with lyrics that slide perfectly into a horrid winter. There's a definite Celtic touch, but far sweeter than something like Mumford & Sons." - Andrew Fifield (Metro News)

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