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Patterns
02:51
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Stubborn habits they die hard,
which explains why you won't call
I know I was the one who hurt you first.
But I got scared and I got lost,
couldn't verbalize my thoughts
I know we lasted quite some time but we held on.
Onto things I didn't need,
like the wine glass you made me
I'd sit and drink with heavy thoughts I'd write you songs.
But glass it breaks, and love it fades.
I threw the stem away two days ago.
And clothes they tear, and love it wears.
Patterns can't explain us anymore.
Patterns can't explain.
Feels right at day and wrong at night,
I'll be the first to admit spite
your stubborn habits never compromised.
I know we lasted quite some time but happiness was far behind,
I'd sit and try to find some glue to make us right.
Made us into two strangers
your face I only recognized,
as for your voice it always seems uptight.
As for your voice....
But glass it breaks and love it fades.
I threw away the stem two days ago.
And clothes they tear, and love it wears.
Patterns can't explain us anymore.
Patterns can't explain.
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For Me
03:51
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I'm in this room oh it's wearing thin,
None of the words said stick within.
Time to escape oh get moving on,
But this room is filled with tightly spun bonds.
Funny how we find all these others “things”
But the truth it resonates in unsure voice.
For me
For me
We never talk no we're polarized,
And I hate to admit that I care.
I can revolve around other things,
But their orbits just can't compare.
Funny how we find all these other things,
They sing and they resonate in unsure voice.
For me
For me
And all I know is that I don't know anything
When I try to coincide
With my plans,
I will try to learn I will try to hear
For me
We could relate to these other things,
We sing and we resonate in languid voice
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Phantom Pain
02:55
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It's been some time since I've felt fine,
Time is slowly creeping on.
So many years I had your love,
time it was slowly creeping on.
Now I can't wave I can't hold your hand,
something seems to be misplaced.
Wasn't it me who let you go? Yet somehow, there's a phantom pain,
Phantom pain.
And the weather brings it out if it's cold or if it rains
the feeling settles in where we used to love and lay.
And the music brings it out in a minor melody,
the feelings settles in where we used to love and lay you're my phantom pain
Phantom pain,
You're my phantom pain.
When you leave my body aches,
Because I know that it might take
All of me and all of you to let me go.
So when I left I meant for you,
to be unkind and be untrue
so I can have a reason for these phantom pains.
And the weather brings it out if it's cold or if it rains
the feeling settles in where we used to love and lay.
And the music brings it out in a minor melody,
the feelings settles in where we used to love and lay you're my phantom pain,
phantom pain
You're my phantom pain.
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Bury It
04:03
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Lines of string at my feet,
I push and pull, I can't compete.
My hands replacing my head,
I dig and scream concrete defeats.
My heart is out on my sleeve
it stains and burns water returns.
Because there is no need for suspicion
I was trying to crawl a line
Between past and inconsistence
from what was my heart and demise
I can bury it oh, I can bury it oh, I can bury it oh,
Alive.
Treetops fall to the ground,
they stop and shake those old remains.
A little worm he fell out fast,
from leaves and bark he found my pains.
"Now why you frowning so strong?" Asked the old worm, he told me firm
There is no need for suspicion,
I was trying to crawl a line,
Between past and inconsistence
deep down the bedrock took its life.
You can bury it oh, you can bury it oh, you can bury it oh,
Alive.
Honey bees in the box,
they pinch and preach venom on me.
The venom comes on so strong,
my blood stained box it fills my thoughts.
Because there is no need for suspicion,
I was trying to crawl a line,
Between past and inconsistence
deep down the bedrock took its life.
You can bury it oh, you can bury it oh, you can it bury oh,
Alive.
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The Quietness
04:10
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It's only in the spaces
Which fill with empty faces
Vacancy is heading out the door
I try to find the beauty,
of what this space is to me,
because some of it I can't see anymore.
It's on the crowded grids I feel the loneliness,
stares and red stains leading near my feet.
I try to find the beauty,
of what this space is to me,
because some of it I can't see anymore.
The quietness
It's a silent, it's a silent bliss.
The quietness
and the warmth, and the warmth, and the warmth.
The quietness
It's on those crowded grids I feel the loneliness,
newness never liked me all too well.
So I keep settling in,
within these lines i sin
another verse another time to curse
The quietness
It's a silent, it's a silent bliss.
The quietness
And all these changing things
I'll be right here, I'll be right here, I'll be right here.
Because all these changing ways it's a struggle to find
The quietness
It's a silent, it's a silent bliss.
The quietness
and the warmth, and the warmth, and the warmth.
The quietness
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Gwyn Fowler
Honesty honestly describes Gwyn Fowler's songs. With a soft finger picking ghost stories or a delicate love song, Gwyn's music ranges the spectrum of raw emotion and storytelling. Her unique voice and love of the lyric mark her songs - a melodious treat for any listener. ... more
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