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Standing Tall
04:03
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At first we thought we'd seen it all
When we saw the towers fall
Then we thought we'd seen the end of pain
Till a dark mind makes a dark night a monument to rage
Picture all the little boys and girls
Smiling faces, not a care in the world
Their lives are cut short like a string
When will be the end to all these things?
No matter how far we fall, love will keep us standing tall...
No matter how far we fall, love will keep us standing tall...
No matter how far we fall, love will keep us standing tall...
No matter how far we fall, love will keep us standing tall...
Everybody's running towards somebody else
New England tries their best to help
How do we deal with all these things at home?
Maybe it'll help if we have a little hope
No matter how far we fall, love will keep us standing tall...
No matter how far we fall, love will keep us standing tall...
No matter how far we fall, love will keep us standing tall...
No matter how far we fall, love will keep us standing tall...
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2. |
Cicada
03:18
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So you feel like a cat outside the door,
Don't want to leave or be here anymore,
So you feel like a worm stuck in the sun,
'Cause repetition ain't getting it done
I won't ignore you
You're molted and modeled, it means you're not the same
I can assure you
Cicada, your shell is the mold that leads to change
To change...
To change...
When you feel like your caught without a home,
Missing digits with phantoms in your bones,
Film and fancy a glass to cry into,
For the questioning child inside of you
I won't ignore you
You're molted and modeled, it means you're not the same
I can assure you
Cicada, your shell is the mold that leads to change
To change...
To change...
Cut chrysalis, the end of this
We're processing a state of bliss
But every reflection seems so strange
So you're shivering, sheltered from the sky,
Life is rushing you, brushing you, passing you by
I am restful when sleep is free of dreams
And I'm peaceful more often than it seems
I won't ignore you
You're molted and modeled, it means you're not the same
I can assure you
Cicada, your shell is the mold that leads to change
I won't ignore you
You're molted and modeled, it means you're not the same
I can assure you
Cicada, your shell is the mold that means you've changed
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3. |
Irresistible
02:43
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She's irresistible,
But she's untouchable,
You can't ignore a girl like that
Now I'm a gentleman,
I'll hold her gentle hand,
Being around her I feel so bad
I wanna go, go, go
They all say no, no, no
I wanna go, go, go
They all say no, no, no
My heart says go, go, go
My mind says no, no, no
Irresistible, irresistible
You know he got there first,
But it looks like that's the worst,
Would it be bad to move in?
He may have won the race,
I long for her embrace,
Do you really think that'd be a sin?
I wanna go, go, go
They all say no, no, no
I wanna go, go, go
They all say no, no, no
My heart says go, go, go
My mind says no, no, no
Irresistible, irresistible
I wanna go, go, go
They all say no, no, no
I wanna go, go, go
They all say no, no, no
My heart says go, go, go
My mind says no, no, no
Irresistible, irresistible
Irresistible, irresistible, irresistible...
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4. |
Rush Hour
04:31
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First law, first word
A thin line, a fine blur,
Gold skies, a cold sun,
A night like the sigh of something done
And light fades like frost from a flower,
It all looks the same at rush hour,
It all looks the same, it all looks the same...at rush hour.
It all looks the same, it all looks the same...at rush hour.
A new start, a lucky find,
An old heart, but a new mind,
Down by the bus stop, out in the snow,
You lose the first thing that you came to know
And light fades like frost from a flower,
As she's carried away by rush hour,
Carried away, carried away, as she's carried away by rush hour.
Carried away, carried away, as she's carried away by rush hour.
And the rush is like a river to the sea,
It carries off a warning part of me,
You know everything's expanding anyway,
But the world seems somehow much emptier today.
And light fades like frost from a flower,
It all looks the same at rush hour,
It all looks the same, it all looks the same...at rush hour.
It all looks the same, it all looks the same...at rush hour.
And light fades like frost from a flower,
But it all looks the same at rush hour,
It all looks the same, it all looks the same...at rush hour.
It all looks the same, it all looks the same...at rush hour.
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5. |
Up All Night
04:16
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Saturday passes like falling asleep,
Just another day gone by,
Feeling like limbo, so hard to keep away,
Lord knows I've tried
Make up your mind, yeah,
You're wasting my time,
I can't tell what's wrong and what's right,
Sitting at home, waiting by the phone,
You keep me up all night.
Stare out the window, stare out the door,
Feels like my eye's on the sun,
Waiting for something, waiting for more,
Feels like the wait's never done
Make up your mind, yeah,
You're wasting my time,
I can't tell what's wrong and what's right,
Sitting at home, waiting by the phone,
You keep me up all night.
When all that's left of you is a ghost that seems to follow me,
When all I've got of you is a worn out memory...
Make up your mind, yeah,
You're wasting my time,
I don't know what's wrong and what's right,
Sitting at home, waiting by the phone,
You keep me up all night.
You keep me up all...night.
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Graham Byrne Chicago, Illinois
Graham Byrne began songwriting in 2013 and has studied guitar with Jeanie Bratschie since 2007. His first single, Standing Tall, was released in May of 2014, and his debut EP, "The Up All Night EP" is set for release very shortly. He performs quite regularly throughout Chicagoland area. ... more
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