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If I had loved, and I had shown to be alone
Would I observe, to seek and learn
all the bends and turns, to deep discern
of all
If I can dream, the states I've seen
then give in to burn, and in return
free all
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I once knew a girl
tall as a red wood tree
and there by her side
a man of a thousand lives
you know, it shows, each and every way she flows
from me
I once knew a girl
strong as the ocean tide
she swept me in
made a lovers fool again
you know, it shows, each and every way she flows
from me
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I dream, I see, pictures on your wall
far between, the night sky and day
oh to, be true, truly as you can
to bare, and bore your mind
look deep
In time, you'll see, all the things, you can be
a door, you'll find
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Across The Glass
03:00
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I've got a letter to write, will you read it
shortly, i will, walk to post it
I've got a message to send from the mailbox,
Walk to meet me, pause and greet me
Fire comes, and burns my face
count me out, for my disgrace
has me displaced
I've got a personal grudge with the mail man
read my letter, wrote it better
I've got a beef its true with a white thing
staring back at me with a blank face
Fire comes, and burns my face
count me out, for my disgrace
has me displaced
Down to the county jail they sent me
shower scrub shave and beat me
Lost in the rich mans garden weeding
all his flowers died and bleeding
Fire comes, and burns my face
count me out, for my disgrace
has me displaced
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Free As the Wind
03:08
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Well you won't believe an honest man
by the things he does or says he can
i'd hate to be the one who lies
and sells his life before he dies
for free
Then a pretty girl arrives to stay
oh things she does and makes me say
i'd love to be the one who tires
and save his life before her
in order to be
Free as the wind and just for me
Well I almost made my life today
all the sales I made along with pay
then a Danish man with things he said
turned it all around inside my head
for me
Free as the wind and just for me
Free as the wind and just to be
What all this time i thought was real
the way you choose is the way you feel
would i alone but lead or stray?
from the world...
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Once Again
05:31
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Walking In The Rain
04:42
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Arthur Ahbez Auckland, New Zealand
Best described as a soul lost in the spirit of song, Arthur finds solace in the ethos of Jazz, Folk, and Psychedelia movements of the 20th century.
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