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The Boxer
03:04
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My world only consists of
What lies in punching distance
I'd forget my own head if
It wasn't within arms reach
When I look around
I can't see much
Beyond my nose
I'd worry
But that's how it goes
Your eyes only see what they
Want to
And therefore
Not me
I wish that your heart would give
Lessons in consistency
'Cause mine's all ups and downs
It's backs and forths
Tos and fros
I'd worry
But that's how it goes
A straight left jab
Should be just the thing
To test the defense
And find openings
A strong right hook
I suddenly see
I've peaked all too soon
But here comes round two
All out of fight
Now's a good time to dance
I suddenly see
My sliver of chance
Left hook, right hook
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Ballerina Dancer
02:38
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I met a girl born in '72
She'd walk around saying:
"How do you do?
My name is Carolina Isabella Kennedy-Jones,
And I'm a ballerina dancer.
I've never had a part in a show,
But in my heart I know,
That I'm a ballerina dancer."
"When I was young,
I used to walk on my toes,
And then I'd go to church
In ballerina clothes.
I'd pirouette along the holy rows,
My daddy tried to shut me down,
But Mama knows
That I'm a ballerina -
I can feel it in my bones.
And that's what makes me Carolina Isabella Kennedy-Jones."
I knew a guy born in '78
He'd walk around saying:
"Ain't life great?
My name is Arthur Alexander Alowishus McGee
And I'm a writer."
"I never wrote a thing,
But from the roof I'll sing,
That I'm a writer."
"When I was young,
I used to sniff cocaine.
I'd walk around at night
In the pouring rain.
My mama thought that I had gone insane,
But Daddy always knew,
I had a writer's brain.
So I'm a writer,
I don't think that you can disagree.
That name again is:
Arthur Alexander Alowishus McGee."
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A Day In The Sun
02:30
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Keep planting seeds
You know one day a flower's gonna bloom
And make the rain worthwhile
And when it's here
I hope you'll find it brightens up the room
And brings with it a smile
But "happy" is just a symptom of the sickness
I could cut you off a slice
Just name your thickness
And I know I could be
"Happy as a day spent in the sun"
But I don't want to be happy
I just want to be done
Keep chasing stars
You know one day your wishes will come true
And chase away the night
Wake from your dreams
I think that you'll be happy when you do
And find the new day bright
But brightness is a matter of perspective
And shadows have proved themselves protective
And I know I could be
"Happy as a day spent in the sun"
But I don't want to be happy
I just want to be done
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What My Heart Knows
03:49
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My heart knows a place
Where we can be together
My heart knows a song
To hide us from the weather
My heart knows the way
And though it never tells me
It knows
I'll do the cleaning
If you do the cooking
My heart knows your smile
Even when my eyes aren't looking
My heart knows the way
And though it never tells me
It knows
I know that it knows
It knows I know it knows
Take a look at my sleeve -
I think you'll find it shows
What my heart knows:
- My heart knows what my heart knows.
And I'll walk
'Til I blister up my feet
As I search the world
For who to blame
And I'd dance
But I cannot find a beat
Because the tempo of our hearts
Is not quite the same
I know it's what we make it
And I know we're supposed to try
But I'm not sure I can take it
And only God and my Heart know why
I know that they know
They know I know they know
Take a look at my sleeve -
I think you'll find it shows
What my heart knows:
- My heart knows what my heart knows
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Bonjour
Je m'appelle
Man Who Lives In Hotel
Bloodshot eyes
Who can tell?
So this is New York City
I thought it'd be bigger
I thought it'd be pretty
I guess this is what I paid for
When I gave my bus fare
Now I'm deep in worry
Hey man, I'm walking here
Passerby disappear
Screaming horns I can't hear
So this is what's called Paris
I thought it'd be bigger
I thought it'd be pretty
I guess this is what I paid for
When I gave my bus fare
Now I'm deep in worry
My Home is not my Home
There's no one Home
I should know this
My Home away from Home
Is more my Home
Than my Home is
Home is where the heart is
But I can't see how far I've come
'Cause I don't know where the start is
'Cause I don't know where I'm from
I can't remember where I'm from
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