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Gone Astray
04:07
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I'll sigh, over and over, to make sense of all this confusion, it's a lie, riddles a world, full of answers, seeking question. Still as the mirror reflects we breathe, to live life and hope, gone astray, gone astray. Opinion, a game-show, each contestant epic battles while information overload, has been born of what we, don't really need, and already seem to have to believe. Still as the mirror reflects we breathe, to live life and hope, gone astray, gone astray, gone astray. Still as the mirror reflects we breathe, to live life and hope, gone astray, gone astray, gone astray, gone astray.
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Flower
03:59
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It's in this place amongst the urn, that a statues face remains unturned, deeply in sleep, this beloved eye, eternal soldier, wakes the noon, to a place we've seen long ago, amongst sea urchins and river show, a broken promise, no turning back, rusts alone by a cadillac. Every pedal is black, from the soot of a railroad track, this beautiful flower, beautiful, flower, flower. We touch to breathe, give moment to see, our seed grow in this carnival show, still the days turn, sways in the sun, never hiding, always on the run. Every pedal is black, from the soot of a railroad track, this beautiful flower, beautiful, flower, flower, flower. Every pedal is black, from the soot of a railroad track, this beautiful flower, beautiful, flower, beautiful, flower, flower, flower, flower.
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On Your Own
03:37
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Lonesome highway, where does it go? Why it calls me, I'll never know. Seems to me, when you're on the ground, you're never to far to turnaround. What is written just pack your bags, as diamonds glisten a silent moan, a howling destiny, before your feet, unannounced, on your own, on your own. Unwritten ways and midnight strays load the boxcar night instead, of feelings wrong, when who is right? It's just a feeling alone in flight. Have you ever felt just because, you can't hear it doesn't mean it's not there? A howling destiny before your feet, unannounced, on your own, on your own. A howling destiny before your feet, unannounced, on your own, on your own, on your own.
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Angel
02:45
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City street sidewalk heat, strong enough to melt your feet, flew head over heels. Guaranteed in the rain, walking miles pure insane, a fool before a queen. An angel, surely wants to fly, an angel, angel, angel. Heartbreak hammer still disarm this chilling thrill, wayward runaways. Staring at the silver screen of a spinning subway scene, out of sight. An angel, surely wants to fly, an angel, silent deep brown eyes, an angel, angel. An angel, surely wants to fly, an angel, silent deep brown eyes, an angel, angel, angel, angel, angel.
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Charlottesville
02:39
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Feeling up, feeling low, stuck in the middle, no place to go. Life's to short to die today, rebel run I'm headed for sun. I'm going back to Charlottesville, gonna rest my head, gonna catch a thrill, I'm going back to Charlottesville, gonna wash my blues away, gonna wash my blues away. Upside down and all around, wandering isn't already found, funny when your words forget to say, pack my bags I'm leaving today, I'm going back to Charlottesville, gonna rest my head, gonna catch a thrill, I'm going back to Charlottesville, gonna wash my blues away, gonna wash my blues away, gonna wash my blues away, gonna wash my blues away. I'm going back to Charlottesville, gonna rest my head, gonna catch a thrill, I'm going back to Charlottesville, I'm going back to Charlottesville, gonna rest my head, gonna catch a thrill, I'm going back to Charlottesville, gonna wash my blues away, gonna wash my blues away.
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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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