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The Protector
02:49
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You on the brink of every ledge
Tortured star of the scene
Getting high on righteous rage
Thirsting wild into the trees
I shaved your head to that tender moon
Trailed you into the tide
And as the waves like mountains grew
I held you high, pressed you thigh to thigh
I was always the protector
In your light I cease to be
I was always the protector
But who’s protecting me?
Who’s protecting me?
You with the crown of burning blood
Frozen hard in the hands
Spinning weak in hysteria
Sinking on the razor’s edge
I pulled you up from that crumpled pose
Spread your arms open wide
And in your horror, stiff as stone
I was crucified to you, eye to eye
I was always the protector
I walk your desert on my knees
I was always the protector
But who’s protecting me?
Who’s protecting me?
You fill the sky with sun, with rain
Rush of glory, blush of shame
You are the blood, I am the stain
Just say I’m good, don’t walk away
Burn and bludgeon, stab or steal
For this love, forever sealed
So this wound should never heal
Just lay it on me, lay it on, lay it on
I was always the protector
They bury you they bury me
I was always the protector
But who’s protecting me?
I was always the protector
You pull me down and out to sea
I was always the protector
But who’s protecting me?
Who’s protecting me?
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Passerby
03:19
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Where are we now the past is gone?
Days recycle on and on
And walk the path that failure chose
Apprentice in a layman's clothes
Do my best to play the role
Anger rises then it goes
You get up each day
Horror, drama, comedy
Take your pill and brush your teeth and
Talk about celebrities
Everyone’s advice for everybody
Even those who understand
Still will never understand
We're all alone
This ain't good, this ain't good
Things are not the way they should
Be and now I've come so far
This ain't my scene, this ain't my scene
This ain't my society
And I'm afraid that I cannot ask for more
I've taken so much, how can I ask for more?
I'm still only a passerby
A friendly loner stopping by
And strumming my guitar and sing
Talk and laugh with everybody
Get into my car alone
In the cold, shut off the stereo
Drive quietly
Remember one time you made space for me
Scooted over, shared your seat
And pressed your cheek into my cheek
Holy love consuming me
And still there was so far between
A canyon, chasm, gulf, ravine
There always is
This ain't good, this ain't good
Things are not the way they should
Be and now I've come so far
This ain't my scene, this ain't my scene
This ain't my society
And I'm afraid that I cannot ask for more
I've taken so much, how can I ask for more?
I’ve wasted so much, how can I ask for more?
I’ve taken so much, how can I ask for more?
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