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Take to the Clouds
03:53
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I think that it’s healthy when you feed off a dream
You think that you’re full but then you see one more scene
So then you just walk around
Your mouth open wide big enough for your eyes
And take to the clouds
It may not be long before your feet leave the ground
You’re so busy flying and it’s hard to look down
But now that the air has finally taken your side
Use your soul as your guide
And take to the clouds
Take to the clouds
Sometimes you just wanna stay on your feet
Cause up in the sky it feels just a bit too free
But if you spark a fire at dawn
It’ll burn long after you’re gone
So I take to the clouds
Take to the clouds
(3x) I take to floating
The vertigo can be a spin
But all I know up there the suns inspiring
And I wanna make a fire that bright
And I wanna make a fire that bright
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Lucky Streak
03:06
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I met a man with grey hair
He wasn’t smilin but I’m sure he once had
Saw his story in the lines at his eyes
I asked him how is it fair
To have a bench in a park and call it home
He gave a shoulder shrug but thanked me
At least somebody cares
It’s hard to know, hard to grow up in a bubble
Cause all I have to show are some scrapes from the rubble
So when the lining breaks and my own skins at stake
Will scars form after my lucky streak is torn?
I saw a pretty blonde girl
She looked tired but she knew how to hide it well
It took me a couple glances to tell
I told her I was from Boston
Just came down for some sun on the weekends
She didn’t comprehend
She said only rain falls here
It’s hard to know, hard to grow up in a bubble
Cause all I have to show are some scrapes from the rubble
So when the lining breaks and my own skins at stake
Will scars form after my lucky streak is torn?
I’m just floating here
Everyday, every year
Well maybe one day, one year my soul will know the feeling of fear
Who is in the skies?
Who’s the one that decides
That I’m not a park bench man or a pretty blonde girl who has no sanity
It’s hard to know, hard to grow up in a bubble
Cause all I have to show are some scrapes from the rubble
So when the lining breaks and my own skins at stake
Will scars form after my lucky streak is torn?
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3. |
Medals On My Chest
03:56
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Well I always knew
That I’d go down without a dagger
It wasn’t hope it was the truth
From all of that war, I was removed
I lived my days
Behind the shield of a country
I had a flag and make it known
But soon I learned, conviction was my own
Now I have tasted
The bitter swells of hatred
So won’t you lay me down
Cause I have yet to get my rest
With all these medals on my chest
When I crossed the combat line
With twenty brothers at my side
We were living in a haze
Where all the truths began to fade
But I stood my ground with my men
Even after dropping down to ten
Cause there was purpose in our steps
And as we took the road ahead we carried lives of all the dead
Now I have tasted
The bitter swells of hatred
So won’t you lay me down
Cause I have yet to get my rest
With all these medals on my chest
Time flew me home
But even then I was alone
I couldn’t blame my simple town
They feared one wrong word would burn me down
Yes I served my country’s cry
Maybe even saved another’s life
I could’ve sworn I would move on
The war is over after all
But still I’m trying not to fall
Now I have tasted
The bitter swells of hatred
So won’t you lay me down
Cause I have yet to get my rest
With all these medals on my chest
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4. |
Play
04:26
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I used to play on a clear street
I’d walk a mile and rest my feet
Stand with leisure to catch my breath
Rest my optimistic eyes
Ambition is an evil gift
Mine started young there was no one to stop me
Work and play were one and the same
No need to stop the simple game
But then one day the play became work
Someone made rules that left me gasping
My peaceful walks became sprints
I’m running all around
But it’s not quite time yet to forget how to play
So now I lose my sleep
Cause god forbid there’s other time for release
My youthful eyes could not see in their dreams
That overspeculation would make me pencil in my vacations
But then one day the play became work
Someone made rules that left me gasping
My peaceful walks became sprints
I’m running all around
But it’s not quite time yet to forget how to play
I used to play on a clear street
I’d walk a mile and rest my feet
But now I’m forced to pick a passion
It’s a poison for a hungry soul
Tired eyes was not on my list of goals
I’m running all around
But it’s not time yet to forget how to play
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Kayla Ringelheim New York, New York
Kayla Ringelheim is a singer, songwriter, and pianist based in New York City.
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