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In the neon glow of the city streets
Where shadows dance and dreams retreat
A heart worn down, yet still it beats
Yearning for a place to belong
In

A raven passes overhead
Its shadow crawls across my head
I flee the trees on a murky path
I don't want to stay to feel their wrath
And before me, rises out

different Worlds
Asking the same kind of questions
The hows, the whys
A hooded figure emerges from the shadows
Something in their movements is familiar
Their

trace
Across your face
Tell the stories
You withhold

You've been torn
I've been patched and worn
Searching all my life
There's hope ahead
Like the old

Pulling me near so that, she too, can see

A shadow borne in silence
Has worn a lasting score
And honor buried plainly
With each offending tour
Well,

and worn out faces
Just let that ring

This is a song about nothing
This is a song about no one
All of the time that we wasted
I'll drink my life to erase it

Pulling me near so that, she too, can see

A shadow borne in silence
Has worn a lasting score
And honor buried plainly
With each offending tour
Well,

I’ve worked like the devil to call this all mine
I’m salt of the Earth ‘til the day that I die
And callous on my hands worn down with time
Like

Done
And there's no going back
Arteries severed
Blood on my hands
You've painted me black
I'm worn and I'm weathered
Forgive me father for what I've

Wreaking wrath voluminous and vile
Born of bloodshed bequeathed bile
Haunted heraldry heaves with hate
Words worn out with vacuous weight

Inane

A great ship
A galleon
A dead man tied to the hull
The sails
Worn and ragged
Cannot fight the tidal pull
And so the captain's men are
Doomed to die

Hearts weighed down, weary and worn.

Rise up, break free, hear the call of liberty,
No more chains, no more pain, let our souls be free.
With courage

Drifting
Lifeless
Ageless Night
Not a soul in sight
Don't look
Shadows forming,
In the corner of your eye
Shapeless warnings

Cloaked in darkness

with this new designer
Be my muse, subliminal ghostwriter
For memoirs of insane delivery drivers
And ballads of anti-ballad songwriters

I've worn my

Tongue tied and tight around the waistline
Scratching a killing in the mud
These age-old worn out city street signs
Guide us to a road that's gonna

Whispers of a world, shattered and worn,
Through the veil of time, the legacy reborn.

In the shadows of history's embrace,
Lucy finds her path

be more than a memory
Pictures on the wall
Never look the same once the shadows fall
My worn-out ways were never quick enough for the games we played

No diamonds, all rough
To try is too much
Death by a thousand cuts

Aim for the stars but fall short
Too late for change, my welcome is worn
Pain gone,

Picture of you in your worn out jeans
Eyes aglow with a smile
Are you a mirage or are you for real?
Shining there 'cross the miles
I'm crazy thirsty

and empty
And the night's a little less bright
I trace the lines of your smile
In pictures worn and torn
But the warmth that once was endless
Is now something

Heartache creeps in
Like a silent storm
Lost in the shadows
Of a love that's worn
I've been here so long
But she's nowhere near
Like a ghost in

in, I'm dull and worn through
I came to you to ask for your protection
So tell me one more story knowing any one would do
Oo, oo
You're the sugar in

walked through those valleys deep and wide
You're friends with the shadows of your life
Although I know you're hurting
The healing is a journey
God knows

a message in a bottle by the bed, and I'm telling you
It will remain untouched, it will remain unread
It will remain unread
The shadows were cast upon my