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Undress My Name
04:06
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It's 2 AM, I lost the plan
I'm drunk again
It got so hard to trace back
to where this all began
I ear the bell, someone yell
And I can tell
That I should get the door
But on a second thought...
Tonight I won't sign on the dotted line
I'm going to walk but no footsteps will be drawn
'Cause sometimes I just want to be far from sight
Catch a plane,
Break this chain,
Undress my Name
And some of them, call me hero
Superman
But they don't know that all they see
Is just a trick of light
They put their faith in my fate
Like that's innate
But do they know that I'm walking blind
In a shut a maze?
Tonight I won't sign on the dotted line
I'm gonna walk but no footsteps will be drawn
'Cause sometimes I just want to be far from sight
Catch a plane,
Break this chain,
Undress my Name
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2. |
Longing For the Break
04:27
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One more scratch on this dreary box
An upright trail of nail dust
Kept captive on this assigned alibi
That makes me feel so sparse
And I feel like I’m out of time
And I’m only twenty
The hands of these clocks
Are made of titanium
And all I can do is sit and wait
I’m covered in dust
I am subterranean
And I’m longing for the break
Another setback to keep me occupied
A surprise change in the tides
I got a scar carved in a part of my heart
That really hurts when I try
To breathe, it’s like I’m undersea
And I should be in my prime
But the hands of these clocks
Are made of titanium
And all I can do is sit and wait
I’m covered in dust
I am subterranean
And I’m longing for the break
I was doing fine
I was keeping my own old mind locked down
But I was healing fast
And I knew the how and why
We were done at last,
We were done at last
But then you came knocking at my door
And now I’m back to square one
The hands of these clocks
Are made of titanium
And all I can do is sit and wait
I’m covered in dust
I am subterranean
And I long for the break
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4. |
Speak
04:06
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There’s too much silence in this room
And I can’t abide it like I should
I took a look around,
Thought out loud
And now I’m alone in this room
There’s too much silence in this room
And I found no help at all in those books
When I’ve got the weight of the world upon my words
And I’m learning how this speaking thing truly works,
I think I ought to Speak
But how many words can a day have
When the words you got fall short of the mark?
See I never been on the frontline
And I don’t have an old story from an early glory
Or a promise of a secret to keep
But still I think I ought to speak
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5. |
Breaking the 4th Wall
04:02
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[Lyrics]
I sit on this rocking chair an uncle of mine brought from Madrid
The ash of a match burns my hand and I’m watching this play you’re in
But as the night draws up to a close you’re still holding the plot
The spotlight has no sense of closure I’m cold and you’re not
Breaking the 4th wall
It seems I have been all alone on the backstage of our memories
But somehow I still hope you will change at the drop of the curtains
Breaking the 4th wall
Maybe one day I’ll get up and cheer
The sound will echo round and around
And you will come down of that stage
Breaking the 4th wall
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6. |
Man on Fire
04:32
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A sudden bump pulls me back
To the back of a bus
I have my trunk under my feet
But there is no one I gotta meet
In the middle of the talk I left
The conversation was going well
And I didn’t have my crystal ball
But I saw the storm after the calm
‘Cause I’m the man on fire
And I just might sink this ship
All the way down
And now I bet that If I see her again
She will be at daggers drawn
I know my silence won’t be in vain
But I won’t resent her scorn
‘Cause I’m the man on fire
And I just might sink this ship
All the way down
To keep the flames from spreading
Like Wildfire
You know I might have to drawn
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James Davidson Aveiro, Portugal
James Davidson is a singer-songwriter, recording artist who has just released a new song for this Summer road trips entitled Shape of My Soul.
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