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Convince
04:32
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It was a quarter into June when the wind hit your face; you felt so alive but so out of place. Well I heard your shouts from my perch in the citadel.
So many bags you could hold in your hands. Your fingers so small, how can they hold? I wondered if you ever trip and just spill
If everything you loved was true, oooh.
Maybe we should find some proof, that'd do.
All the things that you're after, a life on the run. Well I guarantee, it's a life made for one. But you sit on your bed and just stare at the plans. Well no, you can't be convinced. You can't be convinced.
Ba da da da da da da da da da da da da.
Well I ran a mile in the rain just to catch you, can't be persuaded, your hair in their braids again. All the water runs down past those bright red cheeks.
Well you love what you love, that's the simplest truth. And now I am unsure if I meant this for you. Cause I'm just as guilty, impetuous too, I'm falling for everything new.
You oughta know by now, that you'll never be alone. You may leave this town, but it'll always be your home. Go on run, then back. You can't ever be alone.
This'll always be your home.
You will never be alone.
You won't let you be alone.
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Lungs, Lungs
05:34
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I am now graduating from terms of endearment to outright embarrassment for you.
Pressed against window panes, I watched you get pissed again. I watched you watch all the things you lost.
You got lungs in your chest, you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, but you burn em up.
You are now fading from life’s bursts of excitement. It seems, God’s got black holes for pockets and their worn out like yours.
Don’t smile in pictures, just go lie in recliners and know all of those liberals did this.
You got lungs in your chest, you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, but they barely work anymore.
But you are still pacing the floors of all things requited. I am laced with this hope that you’ll be fine. I can still hear you scream, screaming in tongues of flame.
The words you don’t know are truer than yours.
So keep singing over me. Keep singing louder please. Sing till your chest gives out in grace.
You got lungs in your chest, you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, and you praise the Lord.
You got lungs in your chest, you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, you got lungs.
You got lungs in your chest, and you praise the Lord.
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Hudson Freeman Springfield, Missouri
Hudson Freeman is an indie-rock band from Springfield, Missouri. With many of his formative years spent in Swaziland, Africa - his time spent abroad has given him a unique perspective that's reflected upon often via his eclectic folk-rock project. As a dexterous lyricist, and sensitive, yet compelling performer, Hudson Freeman seeks to write catchy songs with meaning and emotion to follow suit. ... more
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