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Another falls to the wayside
Have I ignored signs
Did I misread my lines by that
sleight of hand of mine
Lord I've toiled to no avail
And I don't mind to fail,
It happens all the time,
What a fool am I
For I still try
What a fool am I
The fifth sixth and seventh time
I balked and I whined
Was that the last straw,
or a closing door?
Know not I nor do I know why
What a fool am I
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Harboured Harm
04:21
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Mind the folly on the wall
Wax and wane with sand and salt
Take care behind that door
There's harboured harm in more
Fool's gold's a charming stride
Oh, what a fleeting smile
Only a fool would call it a life
Only a fool would call it a life
The thoughtless hopes and hopeless thoughts,
Adorn the head, and weight the heart
Dare not I to thee remark,
Nor strike the slightest spark
See, but, the wounds don't lie
And there's no denying those
bleeding hands of mine
Only a fool would call it a life
Only a fool would call it a life
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Troubadour
05:11
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Troubadour, hand on heart
He swears to God, "like hell I'm not,
Just another playing twenty-one."
When every wall is another wound to guard
He'll be there, hands above
cursing his luck, saying "Something's off."
Troubadour, 'course he knows
With the to and fro, tomorrow'll show
Yet in every hour coveting oxen
The question stands, "where's mine at?"
Lord I know as time has owed,
In the ebb and flow, tomorrow'll show."
Troubadour, child I know,
Keep your wits about you
And your thoughts upon the road
Wounded or down we're never quite sound
But our failure's more than worth the price
Forget yourself, kid, don't you pout
Don't give in, don't tap out
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