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Gonna Miss You
Gonna miss you, but not that much
Gonna miss you, please don't keep in touch.
x2
Gonna miss you. Gonna miss you.
Your repayment, what you once meant - when you said you had
Considered treatment, talking…thinking…..to deflate the bag
Your deflection, chilled affection – left me cold & sad
So I should leave you, as I found you – where no one is glad
CHORUS
Holding Back
(Letting Go)
Tell Me Something
(I Don’t Know)
Broken Puzzle
(What You’ve Sown)
Better Now
(On Your Own)
X2
Gonna miss you, but not that much
Gonna miss you, please don't keep in touch.
X2
Gonna miss you. Gonna miss you.
On the pavement – in your raiment – vital signs are grim
Cuts and bruises – them that chooses – living on a whim
Your manic bluster – couldn’t muster – to begin again.
So I should leave you, as I found you – at least were friends
CHORUS
Holding Back
(Letting Go)
Tell Me Something
(I Don’t Know)
Broken Puzzle
(What You’ve Sown)
Better Now
(On Your Own)
X4
Gonna miss you.
X4
Awww, Damn.
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Magenta Fish (The Sea)
Before you were you, you waded and waited in my waves. You are part of me.
You are made of me.
Beyond my expanse, there is nothing I have not touched. I am life, I give life, in me is life, without me there is nothing.
My abundance has yet to be rivaled, for within me exist a universe of reflections, cataclysmic symphony of ingredients for stardust.
Imagine your world void of sunlight - know that my trenches live in an endless midnight, trap doors beneath my sea floors lead to black holes that surface somewhere beyond the cosmos.
Dwellers of the deepest parts of my being have spent innumerable years below a liquid sky without illumination from above, and yet you
feel that it is within your reach to heal my overflowing wounds in places your hands could never touch, in a darkness your naked eyes could never pierce.
I say to you reconcile within the pools of your own presence,
heal thy own oceans of devastations and imbalances,
restore the fountain that pumps currents
through the caverns of your own hollow spaces,
then maybe you can begin to translate the ins and outs of my swells.
then maybe you can begin to translate the ins and outs of my swells.
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Chorus
I grow from the moon to the coast back to sea
I sweep in and pull you right back to me
My falls - sing like a symphony
You were lost -- but you sent for me…..
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See…. My wrath is not what you desire to witness.
my vengeance I would rather withhold
for you have not the countenance to tolerate its rages.
Know that you are adrift, way too far beyond your depth
Yet, still, you blacken my eyes, soil my sands, poison my skies.
You give me the worst of you, disregarded, discarded.
Comprehend, I will return it all to you tenfold,
I shall not cease to envelop you in my tides, pummel you in my surges.
I will rise to swallow your cities, lay waste to your settlements
and the one thing you could never do is stop my fury,
for your boundaries are not my own.
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Chorus
I grow from the moon to the coast back to sea
I sweep in and pull you right back to me
My falls - sing like a symphony
You were lost -- but you sent for me…..
repeat x2 >hook end<
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For every half-full glass you raise to consume beneath the moonlight in the midnight hour,
for every cascade you have ever beheld—
for even the ground you tread upon and water that dances beneath each blade of its grass,
You are welcome.
Because I am life and death, I gave breath to the Magenta fish,
I gave life to all that paints the rises and the falls of my waters.
I am the birthplace of rivers, canals, channels, be they red, orange, yellow, green, pink, brown, black, or some illusion of blue.
No matter where you cast your line or net I will catch it,
as I am the beginning and ending of ebbs and flows.
Each splash you make about my waves is a fleeting privilege, an overflow of my ever-advancing and ever-receding mercies.
Every time you surface from a dive, catch a glimpse of a combination of molecules above my troughs and peaks, you would be wise to kiss my shores.
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