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Keep Slipping Away –  A Place to Bury Strangers
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I sit here waiting as time keeps slipping away
In my heart are all the words that I want to say
Without you I know that I’d wanna die
And with you I know my heart would always try

You have my heart
You have my soul
True love
It should last forever

Time’s slipping away

I can’t shut up my mouth I have to say how I feel
Cause when I can’t control my heart I know that it’s real
I hold on tight and try to convince you stay
And have my heart tell you what I’ve been dying say

My mind’s made up and I know that I want you
Because these words and feeling of love are all true
I’ll never say it but I always want you to know
As each day goes by my love continues to grow

You don’t remember me

I sit here waiting as the years keep slipping away
In my heart were all of the words that I wanted to say
I didn’t get the chance to show my feelings were real
And my heart would never tell you just how I feel
My hopes and dreams are crushed
And have washed away
Leaving my heart empty and without a word to say

My hopes and dreams are crushed
And have slipped away
My hopes and dreams are crushed
And all washed away

See also: A Place to Bury Strangers, Exploding Head (2009), ReleaseLyrics

“doctor my eyes” jackson browne

“Doctor My Eyes” – Jackson Browne

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understandI have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long

‘Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I’ve been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where there will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it’s later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it’s too late for me

Doctor, my eyes
Cannot see the sky
Is this the prize for having learned how not to cry

And I love her

Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love

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