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Belong
03:26
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Midnight runaway, I fail to find the words to say, turnaround my dear, wake me from this heartache, long lost with no direction home. Eats me up inside, you can run but you can't hide, sleeping's lost its touch, awake it hurts to much to wear this mask that turns me upside down. What I know now, I wish I knew back then, somehow, with every step you find a way to move on, a brand new start before the mornings dawn, where you belong,
Eats me up inside, you can run but you can't hide, sleeping's lost its touch, awake it hurts to much to wear this mask that turns me upside down. What I know now, I wish I knew back then, somehow, with every step you find a way to move on, a brand new start before the mornings dawn, where you belong to nothing that you own, feel me heart of love in this burning heart of stone and I'll be away, What I know now, I wish I knew back then, somehow, with every step you find a way to move on, a brand new start before the mornings dawn, What I know now, I wish I knew back then, somehow, with every step you find a way to move on, a brand new start before the mornings dawn, where you belong.
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Disguise
03:42
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Don't deny or defy,
When I look in your eyes,
You see what you want to see,
Underneath a burning heart,
Rewind and restart,
Introduce yourself to me,
My every word,
Falls apart,
Underneath,
Breaks my heart,
You let me love you,
In disguise,
Disguise,
Deep denied you just hide,
When I look in your eyes,
Afraid that you'll feel the same,
Empty space with no place,
When you were just a kid,
With no one at home to blame,
You'd complain,
My every word,
Falls apart,
Underneath,
Breaks my heart,
You let me love you,
In disguise,
My every word,
Falls apart,
Underneath,
Breaks my heart,
You let me love you,
In disguise,
Disguise,
Disguise,
My every word,
Falls apart,
Underneath,
Breaks my heart,
You let me love you,
In disguise,
My every word,
Falls apart,
Underneath,
Breaks my heart,
You let me love you,
In disguise,
Disguise,
In disguise.
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Love You
03:02
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Night
03:42
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The days grow old, shadows on the wall, burns in the sunset, while they creep and crawl, onto a mirror, a reflection you see, doesn't seem to come across, eventually you'll see, behind the curtain, beneath the sea, where the real version of me, burning bright, lights up the night. All the right words, in all the wrong places, on the outside looking in, at strange familiar faces, they'll see, behind the curtain, beneath the sea, where the real version of me, behind the curtain, beneath the sea, where the real version of me, can not pretend, to be something I'm not because I love you, for who you are, my shooting star. Behind the curtain, beneath the sea, where the real version of me, behind the curtain, beneath the sea, where the real version of me, burning bright, lights up the night, lights up the night.
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Heart
03:37
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Breaking silence, hammer still, broken bottles, handful of pills, misdirection in the eyes, every answer just a lie, back from the war of yesterday, no turning back I'll run away, what doesn't kill us makes us more, a second chance to settle the score, I'm burning up, break of day, never held me back, oh yesterdays, to walk this line so clearly, I believe, heart on my sleeve. Familiar faces come and go, circus life one big side show, social misfit running wild, what you see is what you get, 'm burning up, break of day, never held me back, oh yesterdays, to walk this line so clearly, I believe, heart on my sleeve. In the night, the day was sore, tired of pretending anymore, everything, to everyone but myself, upon the shelf, believe I'm coming round, I'm burning up, break of day, never held me back, oh yesterdays, to walk this line so clearly, to walk this line so dearly, to walk this line so clearly, I believe, I believe, I believe, heart on my sleeve.
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Stronger
03:15
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Morning sunrise, a brand new dawn, wakes to hear her baby's crying song, without warning, all alone, it's been a month, since the father's been home. I ain't dying today she says, is that all you got? You missed your shot, I won't wait any longer, what doesn't hurt, doesn't hurt, makes me stronger. Heartbreak mistake, takes a long deep breath, in the mirror, an empty stare, a coffee cup, while she fixes her hair, I ain't dying today she says, is that all you got? You missed your shot. Chances will runaway, if you don't stay or stick around, I won't wait any longer, what doesn't hurt, doesn't hurt, I won't wait any longer, what doesn't hurt, I ain't dying today she says, is that all you got? You missed your shot. Chances will runaway, if you don't stay or stick around, I ain't dying today she says, if you don't stay or stick around, I won't wait any longer, what doesn't hurt, doesn't hurt, makes me stronger, makes me stronger.
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Who I Am
03:13
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I'm not angel, I've lost my way, I've tried my very best, each and everyday, I'll stand against a wall to shelter you, although I may falter I still know it's true, you saw right through myself, you believed in what can, yah you loved me for who I am, who I am . Learn my habits, some drive you wild, like toothpaste on the mirror, the culprit couldn't be clearer, you saw right through myself, you believed in what can, yah you loved me for who, who I am, stumble and fall, I've got you to see me through, oh yes I do. you saw right through myself, you believed in what can, yah you loved me, you loved me, you saw right through myself, you believed in what can, yah you loved me, you loved me, you loved me, for who, who I am, who I am, who I am.
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Home
03:51
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Mountain road, steamrolls west, tears my aching heart out of my chest, don't ask why, I don't know, gypsy moon shines down which way to go. On the run freedoms the air to find my heart of gold, westward, so I'm told. Let me look you in the eyes my love, a winding halo burns up above, destination isn't all to clear, well you might find something disappear, seems to come back home, back home, seems to come back home, home, seems to come back home. Desert roam, no direction known, burns my heart above the great unknown, don't ask why, I don't know, gypsy moon shines down which way to go, Let me look you in the eyes my love, a winding halo burns up above, destination isn't all to clear, well you might find something disappear, the answer well my love ain't crystal clear, seems to come back home, back home, seems to come back home, home, home, seems to come back home. Let me look you in the eyes my love, a winding halo burns up above, destination isn't all to clear, well you might find something disappear, the answer well my love ain't crystal clear, ride on children without no fear, seems to come back home, back home, seems to come back home, home, seems to come back home, seems to come back home, back home, seems to come back home, home, seems to come back home, seems to come back home.
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Isa Greane
Welcome to a center of positive encouragement celebrating God's love through music, art, and healing raising awareness of the importance of living in your heart! I'm a hippie Sufi, singer songwriter, dad, husband, friend, and child of God celebrating God's plan and love for everyone of us! ... more
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