1. |
Red
04:30
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Here's an old-time sentiment
For clearly an old soul
All for one who's bigger than
Anyone I know
Face the fire with fewer words
I wish I was your match
But I could never live to see
A surface I could scratch
But I
Can't stay here with you
And I
Have lost track too
Cause it's hard to see you from here
And it's hard for me not to show my fear
And harder still in me is the fear
That history will show me that no one else compared
So now
Could I stay with you
Knowing how
We won't make it through
Without a trial or two
Cause now it's too late to make it feel like new
Cause it's hard to see you from here
And it's hard for me not to show my fear
And harder still in me is the fear
That history will show me that no one else compared
It's hard
It's hard
It's hard
It's hard
Cause it's hard to see you from here
And it's hard not to make you disappear
And harder still for me, is that it's plain clear to
That history will show me that no one else compared
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2. |
Getting Nowhere
03:51
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I'm standing in a line
To grab your attention
Cause maybe this time
It'll lead to some intention
In my mind, but I find
I'm getting nowhere
I've memorized your words
I've stared at every picture
And all that you prefer
Is becoming my own scripture
In my mind but I find
I'm getting nowhere
Descend again, descend again, descend again
To defend
Without an end, without an end, without an end
Close enough to see
The creases in your outline
Close enough to be
Defeated in the outcome
I step down, I look around
I am nowhere
Descend again, descend again, descend again
To defend
Without an end, without an end, without an end
I'll say it, I'm far behind
I'll say it, I'm far behind
I'll say it, I'm far behind
And you're feeling so foreign
The next one is hard to find
Descend again, descend again, descend again
To defend
Without an end, without an end, without an end, without an end, without an end
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3. |
Smokescreen
04:28
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Tell me what is safe to say
And tell me how to say it the right way
And that is what I'll say
You can choose the thoughts I save
And tell me when I'm wrong for acting brave
When I try to leave
I don't need to hear the list
Of all the things you wouldn't miss
By now, I know it inside out
So grab the string for every limb
Place me where you want me, then I'll grin
Cause this is happiness
Your smokescreen
It's keeping me
Stumbling and staring down at my feet
Your smokescreen
It's keeping me
Stumbling and staring down at my feet
Your smokescreen
It's keeping me
Stumbling and staring down at my feet
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Marc Plotkin Brooklyn, New York
Marc Plotkin is an American Songwriting Award-winning Artist, a Grammy Shortlisted Producer, a Bloomberg BusinessWeek Top 25 Entrepreneur, and a Professor at NYU's Clive Davis Institute of Recorded Music.
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