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Thought I Could Be
02:49
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I'm tailing on the image of what I thought I could be. I'm losing hope that I'll become what I thought I could be. But all I need is you. There is no weight in anything I thought I could be when you are already everything I need. You're all I need. All I need is you.
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Measure Your Worth
04:32
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Cold as ice and hot as hell, on the lawn as fire swells. And now all that you have known is gone. You stand alone and watch it burn while crumbling walls all take their turns. By now the growing flame’s devoured its prey. How do you measure your worth now that you’re wealthy as the dirt? As you stare off in the sky and start to question reasons why, it seems the answer is that there is none. But part of you just cannot take the thought that this was a mistake, for who else do you have to blame in that case? How do you measure your worth now that you’re wealthy as the dirt? The night is getting colder, and you’re terrified of morning caus once the sun comes up, you’ll see yourself for all you are. And now you see what has been done and what your house was standing on, a foundation that’s weaker than the sand. But what an opportunity, a chance to turn from vanity and build your life on something more than yourself. So how will you measure your worth now that you’re starting from the dirt?
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On and On
03:26
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Back down, and this will be the last. Lose him, and defeat approaches fast. I’m doing everything I can, disguising rock to look like sand. He’s showing signs of giving in. On and on and on it goes; when it stops, nobody knows. I’ll see to it that he just runs away. How long will I be faced with trial? Caus I’ve grown overwhelmed and tired. You cannot live on bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of him whose breath begets new life. On and on and on it goes; when it stops, nobody knows. I’ll see to it that I just run his way. Victory is mine to claim, purchased on a hill one day. And I will rest in knowing it is true, yes I will rest in knowing this is true.
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Summer Night
04:12
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Rattled cool of summer night, mason jar of fireflies. Youth is in the air, harking sounds of wedding bells. A warming storm is rolling in, an overflow of love and yen. Armed with spice of May, life will turn one glorious day. And I am ready; I am in. I will be faithful to the end. With greater joy than I can imagine, I am ready; I am in. A crowning sun is beating down, kissing skin made shades of brown. Our youth will peel away, just like the skin of summer days. But I will be there everyday. And I am ready; I am in. I will be faithful to the end. With greater joy than I can imagine, I am ready; I am in.
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Kalispell
05:08
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Montana, how I miss you. Oh, how I loved you seven days and nights. But my ship’s sailed across the welkin that fell between us, bounding over white. You called me towards the shoreline, armed with rock in hand and standing high. And let me chase the skyline while quiet yellow danced with blue, unbridled. But these parts are known to move faster. Can it be that I have fallen for you? I’ve fallen for you. Your voice is fading quickly but I swear I’ll never let you off my mind. And it’s settled that when I move on, I will move on with you clear in my sights. Caus these parts are known to move faster. Can it be that I have fallen for you? I’ve fallen for you. Bid farewell to Kalispell; the creek’s run over me. Til I return, the Queen will burn a fire under me.
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I Am Here
04:05
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In the worst of storms, in the best of weather, in the worst of storms I am here. The wind will rush and the waves will crash down, but in the worst of storms I am here. Just listen to the rain fall; I am here. Am I not the one who holds the whole world in the shallow of my palm? As the lightning rips through a beautiful sky, when that lightning hits, I am here. And the thunder screams, trying to drown me out; when that lightning hits, I am here. Listen to the rain fall; shut out your fear. Listen to the rain fall; I am here. Am I not the one who holds the whole world in the shallow of my palm?
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Hillside
02:59
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Let’s ride to the hillside, where worries blow away. We’ll leave all this behind, if only for the day. We can lay in tall grass as blades stand and wave. The sun smiles upon us and lights the beauty of what God has made. So don’t fret, don’t be distraught. Don’t let your mind toil. One day we’ll be standing in front of our greatest joy. And on that day, pain disappears; to that glory, the hill won’t compare.
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Charlie King Charlotte, North Carolina
Singer and songwriter from Charlotte, North Carolina
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