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I'm Not a Saint

Well I've had one too many cigarettes burning up my lungs 

Had the taste of one too many lips hanging of my tongue, 

oh, oh, oh, oh 

Sunday morning getting high, drinking here alone 

Thinking up a brand new alibi for not coming home, 

oh, oh, oh, oh 

And I'm sorry I say "Fuck" so much 

 I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 

Lord knows I've got habits to break

 I'm really good at being good at goodbyes 

I'm gonna give you fair warning that I 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 

Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes 

And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I 

Sober up and settle down, give a little talk 

'Bout how I can't keep from runnin' 'round 

Say it's not your fault, 

oh, oh, oh, oh 

And I'm sorry I lie so much 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 

Lord knows I've got habits to break 

I'm really good at being good at goodbyes 

I'm gonna give you fair warning that I 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 

Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes 

And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try

“As soon as we put something into words, we devalue it in a strange way. We think we have plunged into the depths of the abyss, and when we return to the surface the drop of water on our pale fingertips no longer resembles the sea from which it comes. We delude ourselves that we have discovered a wonderful treasure trove, and when we return to the light of day we find that we have brought back only false stones and shards of glass; and yet the treasure goes on glimmering in the dark, unaltered.”

- Maurice Maeterlinck (The Treasure of the humble) -

 Source: BaxiaArt

Anima

The Sea

Flocking to the sea
Crowds of people wait for me
Sea gulls scavenge
Steal ice cream
Worries vanish
Within my dream  

I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free  

I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free  

Fishing boats sail past the shore
No singing may-day any more
The sun is shining
The Water's clear
Just you and I walk along the pier  

I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free  

I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free  

A cool breeze flows but mind the wasp
Some get stung it's worth the cost
I'd love to stay
The city calls me home
More hassles fuss and lies on the phone  

I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free  

I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free  

I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free  

I left my soul there,
Down by the sea
I lost control with you,
And living, living,
And I, living, by the sea

Rain

What Drives Me

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