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Lost Along the Way
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How did she let things slip so far out of control? Why does it always feel like there's no turning back?
Every time she breaks her mother's heart she sells another little piece of her soul, but what she gets in return can never take the place of what she had...
Walking the paths that we've made, or getting lost along the way,
anything can happen anytime.
And try our best though we may, from one another we never escape,
but if we could see that we already have all that we needed, we could still make things right...
So why do we hide ourselves away from each other? What are we afraid of? Why are we still searching every day to find out just what we're made of?
The first time he stepped on board and sailed off on the sea, he was so certain he'd be coming back to shore.
When he did, he'd always say to the rest 'oh if only you could see...', and since he thought that they couldn't, he always felt he was owed a little more...
Walking the paths that we've made, or getting lost along the way,
anything can happen anytime.
And try our best though we may, from one another we never escape,
but if we could see that we already have all that we needed, we could still make things right...
So why do we hide ourselves away from each other? What are we afraid of? Why are we still searching every day to find out just what we're made of?
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When the door was opened, I stepped inside of this place I know I never could've come to on my own.
Dressed in white, I'd come searching, searching, for a sign to help me find my way back home...
When they speak it's best to listen, fix your body to the rhythm, and let it take your pain away
'Cause when we hear their words we know, like those before us, we must pass on through this world and light the way.
Preto velho me contou, 'ouça o que te chama'
Preto velho me contou, 'siga o que te chama'
I've been away so long and gone so far without a guide; every answer that I've found just gives more questions of its own.
All this time I've been searching, searching, for a sign to help me find my way back home...
When they speak it's best to listen, fix your body to the rhythm, and let it take your pain away
'Cause when we hear their words we know, like those before us, we must pass on through this world and light the way.
Preto velho me contou, 'ouça o que te chama'
Preto velho me contou, 'siga o que te chama'
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Christian Wimer San Jose, California
Teacher, counselor-in-training, musician, and occasional songwriter...
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