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Been on the road for so long.
From your arms yeah, I’ve been gone.
I can still remember your face.
Your lips and cheek I can taste.
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Sips from the bottle in the bag.
Everything is lost everything I had.
You hold my soul in your pocket.
Heart of glass in a locket.
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I am your cold rain and snow.
Where do I come, where do I go?
Your words are sharp just like a knife.
Fool me once kill me twice!
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In My Car
03:36
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Fill my coffee cup to the brim.
With that fruit wine.
Sing me songs of true love.
Those sweet lullabies.
Watch the leaves fall from the trees.
Reminds me I’m gonna die.
Sitting lakeside in my car.
Smoke in my eyes (Refrain)…
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Pack my bowl full of herb.
If you please.
Coming on strong it won’t be long.
Your words are all I need.
I’m no king nobility.
Yeah, I’m just a man.
Sitting lakeside in my car.
My heart in your hand (Refrain)…
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3. |
Give You Ease
02:41
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Well you aint lost,
If you don’t want to be found.
Let’s get you a shovel,
Bury your secrets in the ground.
Stowaway the memories’
On your ship of fools.
Blood on your hands
Your actions are the tools.
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Wipe your tears right on my sleeve.
I can give you peace.
I can give ease.
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Are you living?
In the same damn space.
The rain is gone,
But you still can’t find your place.
Darkness comes
And the light it goes.
Time never stops
Doesn’t even try to slow.
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Wipe your tears right on my sleeve.
I can give you peace.
I can give ease.
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4. |
My Friend
03:12
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Come on down from your place on high.
Give me strength in my life.
Come on down from among the stars.
Give me peace when it gets hard (oh please).
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Wash away my evil marks
A healing voice like a lark.
Wash away all my dark.
Word of flesh.
I’ll always hark.
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And with all my phenomenology.
What is it trying to tell me?
I wish I knew.
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Her Gift
03:33
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Can you tell me what magic is?
With your eyes so dark,
And your breath as cold as winter.
Can you show me your comfort?
Etch yourself into my skin,
And carry me just like a stone.
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Under neon nights and melting lights.
I find solace in your fingers.
cosmic days and gentle rays.
I find reasons in your bones.
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And you burn so bright like a candle.
Shadows dancing on the wall,
And your hair like smoke.
That voice of yours is like a spoonful.
Full just like a cigarette,
Sweet like wine.
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Under neon nights and melting lights.
I find solace in your fingers.
Under cosmic days and gentle rays.
I find reasons in your bones.
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Beautiful Chaos
03:06
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Cold dripping from the sky.
Clouding silent mind, vision, and senses.
Void and nothing fade away
To pounding rain.
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Holy water cleanses hardened life,
and purifies.
Blackened pool cloudy rivers.
So murky red.
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And once darkened crystals waters flow.
Bright and clear.
What a beautiful chaos.
And all of the sadness.
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I watch rain descends from the clouds.
Filling every crack, every crevice.
Pooling where it may.
Flowing every way (Refrain)…
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Nothing At All
04:48
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Love the way you lie to me.
Love the way you get high with me.
Love the way you cut me down.
Love the way you don’t stick around.
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Lose myself in cigarettes
Whiskey bottles and regrets.
You’re a ghost on the wall.
I feel something I see no one at all.
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Love the things you do to “him”.
Love the thoughts of what might have been.
Love the scars on my wrists.
Love the light in the mist.
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Lose myself in cigarettes
Whiskey bottles and regrets.
You’re a ghost on the wall.
I feel something I see no one at all.
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A.J.H. Hayes Stroud, Oklahoma
Local to Central Oklahoma, hailing from the rural town of Stroud, Arvel Joseph Harrison Hayes is a practicing multi-genre
musician, plus a recent Bachelor of Philosophy from the University of Central Oklahoma. Alongside pickin guitar with his grandad, he also does a variety of pursuits, notably a recent departure of philosophical graduate studies.
Much Thanks for U and Prayers your way. ❤️🔥
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