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The Good Old Days
03:11
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We made a mistake
We damned them all
We damned them all
It's all my fault
It's all your fault
I never wanted you
To learn the truth
I guess some things can't stay
Hidden forever
Lucky number seven
Lucky number seven
I let you keep your names
Lord I let you keep your names
Do I have to give everything else back
Beautiful spectral
Mother and child
Hide our misdeeds
Away for a while
Sister-shaped holes
And reckless abandon
Bring the light home
To fight the darkness again
Oh oh they were the good old days
Til they left us in the most paralyzing way
Oh oh they were they good old days
Do you understand why I had to hide them away
We made a mistake
We made a mistake
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Pan Hymn #1
02:27
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The world is wonderful and green
The fields, the sea, the trees
Pan’s power is around us all
And also within me
The world is colored red and gold
The sunsets and the flow’rs
Pan’s power shines in brightest day
And in the darkest hours
The world is wild and untamed
The forests and plateaus
Pan’s power spans from valleys deep
To mountains capped with snow
The world is made for fungus, plants
And creatures great and small
Every one is beautiful
And Pan doth love them all
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12 Years/7 Birds
03:28
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I see a woman who sees her best friends
But they never really see her
I see a woman in self-imposed exile
Full of regrets but her heart was never alone
Twelve years
Is a long time to be alone
Twelve years
Is a long time to be alone
I see three men who think they're meeting
For the first time in a bar
But they’re brothers through and through
I see a lover who became a fighter
Rebirth for woman #2
Twelve years
Is a long time to be alone
Twelve years
Is a long time to be alone
I see a man who’s silent save one word
Does he know what’s been taken from his life
I see a child has truth, needs love
He’s a star, burning bright
I see a man or he was one once
Til his soul fell apart and ate everything up
I see seven birds
Migrating north
Twelve years
Is a long time to be alone
Twelve years
Is a long time to be alone
I see a woman who sees her best friends
But they never really see her
I see a woman who sees her family
But they never really see her
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It's been a long life
When people say that, they usually add
", a good life"
I don't know what this life has been
What can you call a life like this
Thank you for your kindness
Your unconditional love
I don't know what else to tell you
What can you say?
It's been a long life
I'm tired now
We don't need to speak
Just sit
Just sit
Just sit
Just sit...
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