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two
00:53
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Don't mistake my silence for despondency
I'm just a ghost of my former self
'Cause I had no return like the prodigal son
'Cause I had no idea who I'd become
So when you talk listen more than you speak
And when you look, try to see
What's hidden in plain sight
Won't you recognise the symptoms of my plight
'Cause I no longer satisfy people's expectations
So how should I converse?
This bird has flown the nest for higher climbs
And there's nothing left behind
So when you talk listen more than you speak
And when you look, try to see
What's hidden in plain sight
Won't you recognise the symptoms of my plight
Won't you come comfort my soul?
Won't you talk away the tears?
You're so far from me yet still
I can feel you on my skin
'Cause no man is an island
But just sometimes
The water is all you see
But keep your feet on shore
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moon river
02:47
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Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're going, I'm going your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waiting, round the bend
My Huckleberry Friend, Moon River, and me
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4. |
three
01:17
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5. |
cipher
07:08
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You people talk in riddles and I'm too scared
To say that I don't understand
Trying to decode your cipher and not show
My ignorance
But I'm stuck in the dark
I'm clutching at straws
While you just keep on talking
Am I a hoax?
I don't know
But through no intent of your own
I'm burdened
With this unshakable sense
Of my inadequacy
I'm getting worried now if I don't speak soon
I'll be branded such a fool
And even worse if I say something wrong
I'll be alone
And I'm stuck in the dark
I'm clutching at straws
While you just keep on talking
Am I a hoax?
I don't know
But through no intent of your own
I'm burdened
With this unshakable sense
Of my inadequacy
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
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7. |
one
00:42
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wilkins/harris is a captivating piano-vocal duo, combining original music, re-worked jazz
standards and short interludes to create mesmerising wordless landscapes, virtuosic
improvisation and heartfelt songs.
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