a beautiful mistake
time will tell
didn't get it
carry on
a chorus (for the silences)
a beautiful mistake
Standing at the door to something most will never find
Nothing could explain the way it blows my mind
Didn’t want to come but now you’re wishing you were here
As earthly limitations disappear
And it’s almost more than I can take
But I pray that this fever doesn’t break
Where’s the quiet boy who used to wonder through the night?
Deep within him shone the most resilient light
Every day he fought, he sought to set the fire free
Now it burns for all the world to see
And it’s almost more than he can take
But he prays that this fever doesn’t break
Leaving broken shackles in his wake
Letting go was a beautiful mistake
Sitting captivated by the music all around
Scared and you can't shake it, you won’t make a sound
Here’s the end of searching high and low for something real
Open up the door, I swear you'll feel
Like it’s almost more than you can take
But you pray that this fever doesn’t break
Leaving broken shackles in your wake
Letting go was a beautiful mistake
I know where you're going
Cause I know where you've been
You don't believe it's showing
The weight of all your sins
She's not so heavily billed
Back in Beverly Hills,
So when they went for the kill
Bang-bang!
She ducked it, dodged it, Blahnik's running
She took her vicodin pills
and a flight to Brazil
So she can hideout until it's done
It's not her time!
They got her on a tape
They put it on the 5, 6, 7, 8 o'clock news
They've got her in a bad way
It's high time for a primetime hanging, so they're setting her noose
Is she the slave or the master
The captive or captor?
Who knows what they're after
She lost her luster long before
The fall from the front page
Is deadly at her age
But infamy slows the plunge
It's not her time!
Tell me there's no treason, there's no crime
Hopeless, throw this burning mass aside
Show me where's the reason, where's the line?
The only difference between ashes and diamonds is time.
It's not her time!
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didn't get it
Like the water when it's just about to circle the drain
When you say hello, but then you can't remember the name
Or the picture where your finger nearly covers the frame
Still I didn't get it
It's the time she say she'd better start heading home
It's the ringing when you can't quite get to the phone
Or the moment when you know you should've left it alone
Still I didn't get it
If I only knew now
What I thought I knew then
Would I keep you around?
Would I have to pretend?
There's a clock on the wall
and it's counting the times
that I've gotten it wrong
and you've gotten it right
Like the trainer for the elephant that's filling the room
Or the feeling when your tongue is on the tip of a tune
Or the stranger that you met, but just a moment too soon
Still I didn't get it
It's the way that you fidget with your hair
Got me feeling like I've gotta come up for air
It's the reason I with that you weren't there
Still I didn't get it
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carry on
"It's the dawn of a new age," he bellowed to the mob
As he leaned over the parapet of his balcony above
The throbbing street erupted,
broke its brick and mortar bounds
All the renegades had been enraged
and they tore the city down
Oh, what a glorious day
When the tired, poor, and hungry carry sway!
And as I looked up at the balcony
The strangest feelings overpowered me
And like the others I was swept along
By all the music of his silver song
Forged in the furnace of a tyranny
We are the falling sword of Damocles
The hopeful light of an impending dawn
We carry on
We took the palace and the armory
And we made beggars of the bourgeoisie
We put the torches to the capitol
Turns out we didn't need it after all
Backlit and shrouded by the smoke and flames
I saw the outline of his noble frame
The voice that held us high when all was wrong
Said, "Carry On!"
Well, the revolution ended
and the dawn soon turned to dusk
And the promises rang hollow
As the sword began to rust
When a man is crowned he's crowded by
The devious and vain
And the man we'd stood behind
Had lost his virtue in the trade
How can we keep from the fight
When the ones who right the wrongs have forgotten what's right?
It wasn't long before rebellion spread
The people calling for the tyrant's head
And every time he tried to put them down
The counterrevolution gained more ground
I soon thought back on how this came to be
A failed attempt at social alchemy
And though his light had now grown far too dim
I found myself compelled to follow him
And from then on it was a fast decline
We found a church and locked ourselves inside
We heard the soldiers pounding at the door
Knocked from its hinges with a soundless roar
And as the bayonets were closing in
A single voice rung out above the din
He spoke his words like other men sing songs
"Carry On!"
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a chorus (for the silences)
Go
Let the stones rain down
Let the dirge ring out
Against the day
Home
It's a distant place
In my father's face
It's turned away
I'm still, I'll hold your ground
Sleep
With your tranquil mind
While I lose my grip on mine
This guilty night
Weak
My friends
In the state that I'm in
They'll scatter in the scathing morning light
But, I'm still, I'll hold your ground
Awake, arise
Wipe the sleep out of your eyes
You know there's no one out there running to my side
You will
You might
You don't have the right
You've done it now, I'll have no part of you
I'm still, I'll hold your ground
I'm still, I'll hold your ground
I'm still, I'll hold you down
I'm still, I'll hold your ground
Awake, arise
Wipe the sleep out of your eyes
You know there's no one out there running to my side
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