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Strong is your hold on hope
Hold me up until I breathe into my epitome
The best of me is yet here to behold
The best of me is yet here to behold
The stars unfolded that night. No mystery anymore, no distance; just sky wrapped around me like great celestial wings. And underneath the lid of the horizon was all the power and beauty I had known before, but beckoning and shimmering, gliding through space with all of us chasing along after...
It's okay
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The thoughts that I have looked for
Are in a lamp on the floor
Drifting slow into sunrise morning glow
She came to me that night for
I had nothing but my life
And a pocket watch that never would be sold
"I have all the powers of the moon at my feet to set your mind free
The waking light will tell you all you need, oh baby, just sleep."
I went out catching fireflies
For the stars are more elusive
And they burn holes in my pockets, don't ya know?
I contemplated my demise
And she looked at me and smiled
Singing, "Where, then, do you think you will go?"
"The swirl of our eternity has secrets for me
And you, as well, to learn its majesty
I'm tired, too, to lift all the light you see
But it's warm in its comfort, and it's brighter in its mystery."
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Forward only forward
02:45
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I'll make it to town, but not quick enough
Well, a darkness is upon me
And I fear it won't be long before I fall
I'm coming down with something, I been sure
Well, I cannot hear you outside
And the cold creeps under doors, we'll assume
Save me, oh Rainbow
Won't you take me somewhere far away
I cannot stand the sunlight;
These ponies are wasting their lives away
Well, I sit before these mighty skies
And I know not what it means when
I look into your eyes, but it's there
And it's forward calling over yonder
And it's strong, and it scares me
When my lust leads me to wander
For my life lays in the hills
And trees were planted by my father
Save me, oh Rainbow
Won't you take me somewhere far away
I cannot stand the sunlight;
These ponies are wasting their lives away
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The city drained my life away
Let's pack it up and call a day
I call it by a name I say
Can you offer me a place to stay?
I've nothing more to take from here
All my tickets are the wrong year
And I look into the nightly sphere
If your bags are packed then so are fears
And it's running from me
And I'm fast asleep
And my head is bleeding words onto my seat
I'm tired of the nicotine
All the clouds get in the way of seeing
She jumped off of the train with me
And a finer pony couldn't be
And she's running by me
And she's fast asleep
And wandering to worlds I'll never be
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La maison errante
04:21
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Comment es-tu devenu comme moi
Et pourquoi, ça m'échappe tu flotte
Les nuages, ils ne sont pas ce que j'imaginais avant
Le ciel ne se rappelle rien du passé
Mais il accueille encore
Les poneys errants
Ta maison voyage sur les courants
Elle erre sans but tes nuages voient mon cœur à demi-mort
Mais encore, j'aurai des couleurs tu flotte
Les nuages, ils ne sont pas ce que j'imaginais avant
Le ciel ne se rappelle rien du passé
Mais il accueille encore
Les poneys errants
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This is a book full of pictures we've broken into hours we spent
Going down to the park, and just flying around
When I knew I should be working, even though the sky was clear
And you know nopony’s looking
When we finally went out into the rain, we were laughing
And I kept the clouds there but that’s never allowed
Ow ow ow ow
I saw the ghost walking by your house one night
The broken bottles on the bridge reflecting first light
But they stayed buried underground, out of town, never to be found
Looking over a land that they will never know
Sanctuary
House on a hilltop
The house had a valley and a curse in the corner of a driveway
Gravel breaking glass, unimportant
But nopony ever went that way, oh no no no no no no
And I’ll always place the blame on a Ponyville that never knew its name
No, never knew a sight like a city rising
Breaking through the clouds
The ground never broke into me
My dear, why are we if not to live extraordinary?
Extraordinary
A den of thieves lies out in the woods
Past the cabin with the sign but it really don’t matter
‘cause you’ll never find us now and you’ll never find us later
If your body’s breaking out, may you find her, go and pray to her
Pray
Pray to her
Pray
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It's coming in the air
All my children of earth and blood and stone
Gather for me yet
My wings can't break from the path I've written here before
It's always come to this
I'm not so fond of ponies
Who can't make right additions to their past
And on and on they run
I'm not so fond of myself
Or what I lack
And everypony knows
No road can chase me long enough
To take me home
It burns me to the core
But there's just something else about her
And she was always more
Than a periphery or a faithful courier
And not a pony goes
Unnoticed in my eyes
I'll break in the fall
Bring color to my cold
Breathe red and gold and purple in my life
And I see nothing now
That isn't lost in stars and cosmos
Before these mighty skies
And it swallows me whole
To know we're more lost than she
The constellations that I stole
And wrapped around her wings
She keeps them there to comfort me
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Twilight raises the sun
01:46
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Beautiful discord
03:26
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Oh, she's coming on through
Sun on her shoulders, burning the sky
And I know I want her
And I know I can't see why
And I just couldn't keep my eyes straight
Even before it began
But this history was rewritten
To include silly things
But now I never want to see her again
All this beautiful discord
All this wondrous disarray
I never wanted your scorn
But stone I'll be until your final days
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La maison errante pt. 2
03:44
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Jeff Burgess Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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