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the white dragon
08:45
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" I've chased the white dragon to the ends of the earth just to feel it's power and pain, flown high on it's wings of promises of fortune and felt it's fire burn through my veins...
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life's a comedy
09:03
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I hear the croakers so senile and strange,
Babbling in parables, promising change,
Guns in position, and targets in range,
Oooooo it's insanity.
I dance with the devil's that live in my head,
Who shame and abuse me and wish I were dead,
A disease of addiction, a hunger I've fed,
Oooooo it's calamity.
Where is the truth I once held inside,
Where love still prevailed 'cuz the dream had'nt died,
It's torn from my heart for the pain I denied,
Oooooo it's a tragedy.
So I run with the angels with time on the rack,
A soldier of fortune, who's future is black,
When I get to the border, I'll never look back,
Ooooooo it's a memory.
Now the croakers are coming, to lock up my cage,
To deny me of solace, to bleed me of age,
But I laugh at their faces, as they perform on my stage,
Oooooo Life's a comedy, ha ha ha ha ha ha....
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on days like this
03:12
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On days like this,
When the sky is falling, the rain has turned to grey,
I dream about my life to come,
That seems so far away.
On days like this,
When the moon is hot, the sun is turning cold,
I feel the pain of my youth,
And the fear of growing old.
Through this candy-coated windshield,
Distorted views I see,
There's a child inside the mirror,
Pretending to be me.
And he's looking for an answer,
To ease his restless mind,
But it's a hopeless situation,
And a senseless waste of time.
On days like this,
When wrong is right, and the truth is a lie,
I feel that I can be myself,
And not afraid to cry.
On days like this,
When I've gone insane, but think clearly in my head,
Realize that no one's living,
And no one's really dead.
Through this candy-coated windshield,
Distorted views I see,
There's a child inside the mirror,
Pretending to be me.
And he's looking for an answer, to ease his restless mind,
But it's a hopeless situation,
And a senseless waste of time!
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the living isn't easy
04:49
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if I could love me
06:25
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" If I could love me like I love you, I wouldn't treat me like I do, If I could love me, like I love you, then I'd be somebody new"
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it ain't love
06:20
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" It ain't love..this time..you pay
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stinkin' thinkin'
05:36
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waiting
03:54
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" Waiting for the moment to crawl outside my head, to feel my conscience leaving, as I rise up from the dead"...
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norm gray Vancouver, British Columbia
Norm Gray is a singer, songwriter, and multi instrumentalist. From an early age he has been performing his music globably
with his roots first set in the blues and then expanding his musical tastes to include instrumental and alternative rock and jazz.
Awaken your senses to the theraputic musical expressions of Norm Gray.
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