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I'm Sorry
03:42
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“Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil, cling to what is good.”
(Romans 12:9)
I’m uneasy
I am nothing at all.
All these feelings come
Crawling back into my own.
The harsh reality of
pain is drought.
Mundane sanity
Is putting me off.
I don’t want to put names in caskets,
Or speak a vengeful word.
This music has one simple task,
To express what hurts.
It’s a therapeutic rhythm and sound:
My thoughts in verse.
I know that it’s selfish
And for what it’s worth I’m Sorry.
I am broken,
Turning on repeat.
The same old stories that
Infect paranoid routines.
The meaning of my thought
Is lost on me.
Forget what it is I’m
supposed to believe.
I don’t want to put names in caskets,
Or speak a vengeful word.
This music has one simple task,
To express what hurts.
It’s a therapeutic rhythm and sound:
My thoughts in verse.
I know that it’s selfish
And for what it’s worth I’m Sorry.
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2. |
Alive
02:43
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The hardest part of falling is getting back up,
It’s rock bottom baby and I’m not giving up.
Hoping for a change and I’m running out of luck,
My mind is playing games and my heart is burning up.
Cowardly thoughts and sickened dreams.
Restless soul and wedding rings.
Climbing back up to the top just to sink
Back down to the bottom, I don’t want to blink,
Don’t want to close my eyes.
I don’t want to pack my bags and say goodbye.
I love the feeling
Of here and now under starlit skies.
I now realize
I want to find the peace that I left behind.
I’m still breathing
And maybe that’s enough to make me feel Alive.
All the little things tend to slip my mind.
Amnesia of the soul, a nation in disguise.
My better half runs and tries to hide
While the devil on my shoulder is speaking lies.
Promises and silhouettes.
Weary eyes and happiness.
Tired of the same old stale regrets,
I have to make a change. No time to rest,
Don’t want to close my eyes.
I don’t want to pack my bags and say goodbye.
I love the feeling
Of here and now under starlit skies.
I now realize
I want to find the peace that I left behind.
I’m still breathing
And maybe that’s enough to make me feel Alive.
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3. |
Longshot
03:08
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I’m burning out alone on sunsets and cherry coke.
Unbelievable how time flies.
Memories are made in a summer that is choking,
Everything sulking, everyone hoping for a
Romance. Hold hands, whisper pretty things to a
Heart not listening, arms not caring to hold.
It’s a longshot baby, I suppose.
It’s a longshot isn’t it?
I guess it’s just a cold, cold world outside.
But who cares? Who really cares at all?
This world’s too big for me and my plans.
The lights are too bright, the air is too thin.
Everyone expects a certain kind of man
But I could skip town, or I could blend in.
OOOH
I’m not who you think I am.
OOOH
I’m not who you think I am.
I’m tuning out to a headache and a dream.
Unbelievable how things go.
Committed to the process, wasting my time for
Week after week and month after month.
I’ve got a false reality, broken down planets and stars.
It’s all happening too fast anyways.
How could I go so far?
How could I ever go so far?
I guess it’s just a cold, cold world outside.
But who cares? Who really cares at all?
This world’s too big for me and my plans.
The lights are too bright, the air is too thin.
Everyone expects a certain kind of man
But I could skip town, or I could blend in.
OOOH
I’m not who you think I am.
OOOH
I’m not who you think I am.
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4. |
Ghosts
03:32
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I’m judgemental.
I’ve got preconceived notions of what’s okay.
Identities are never owned they are just rentals.
Pick a book up by the cover, maybe read it someday.
First impressions, take a second look.
What do you see?
I see Ghosts walking all over this town.
Everybody’s lost no one wants to be found.
I think I could walk right through my mirror.
What does it take to understand?
What does it take to make amends?
Honest I wouldn’t have a clue even if the sky was painted blue.
It’s driving me crazy.
Analyzing every little movement, all of the time.
Trying my best to predict how other people see me.
Really some days I feel like I’m losing my mind.
First impressions, take a second look.
What do you see?
I see Ghosts walking all over this town.
Everybody’s lost no one wants to be found.
I think I could walk right through my mirror.
What does it take to understand?
What does it take to make amends?
Honest I wouldn’t have a clue even if the sky was painted blue.
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Lazy on a rainy day inside, clouds cover up the sky,
And I’ve been moving too damn fast.
When the sun is out, then I will move about,
But until then I think I will rest.
Hear the sound of rain pouring down, a hush falling over the town,
the lethargy of a gentle storm.
If the sun don’t care to try, then frankly why should I?
Think I will just sleep until the morning.
Feel the weight of the world outside,
I start to hesitate.
Maybe it’s time I let myself down,
And re-evaluate.
Cause I don’t want to try so hard
Just to get nowhere.
Cause I don’t want to try so hard
Just to lose my head.
It’s a simple plan, I could be another man,
But I think I’ll be fine right where I am.
It’s amazing the position that a grateful disposition
And a kind conversation can put you in.
Feel the weight of the world outside,
I start to hesitate.
Maybe it’s time I let myself down,
And re-evaluate.
Cause I don’t want to try so hard
Just to get nowhere.
Cause I don’t want to try so hard
Just to lose my head.
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6. |
Thank You
03:48
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I try to say exactly what I mean.
I want to feel like a human being.
Why is it so
Hard to let go?
Permanent things never really last.
People and places fade into the past.
I think the city was always gonna leave us behind.
The cars and the lights are moving too fast,
And anyone could tell cause we are all cast in shadows.
I never really got the chance.
I just wanna take a little time to say thank you.
I try to say exactly what I feel.
We can't afford to be insincere.
All of this time
I tried to hide.
Every single person in my life has shaped me:
Strangers, teachers, friends, and family.
I wronged some, lost some, never even knew some.
Said a lot of things that I didn't really mean.
I guess I could paint you an optimistic scene
Or I could spin a tale of a pessimist's dream,
But I don't think either one really gets across what I want to say.
I just wanna take a little time to say thank you.
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Coner McFarlin Huntsville, Alabama
Welcome!
I remastered Symptoms of Purpose and added a new song entitled "Thank You".
Plenty of new music on the way, stay tuned.
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