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The trees are sheddin' their dead brown leaves
Things are feelin' colder the winds pickin' up steam
If I could just focus, for a moment, I would behold

All of this beauty layin' before me
In such near purity
Of things as they should be
If only...

With the flick of a bic, it all burned down
That sweet little town that we'd come from
But it's captured in a picture, it's cased in amber
Like my memories

With their beauty placed before me
I am remembering
A story so good that I'll never
Ever be lonely, again...

[The Harmonica Tells A Tale]

These violent colors brought me down to my knees
Beggin' please don't let the child inside me
Die as easily, as a fallin' leaf

I saw that perfect mandala get swept away
By the hand of its creator, he made it obey
I hope that everything is purified, by the passage of time
I holdin' onto to my few, precious, memories
[Like] they're sepia tone photos

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from Back Then, When I Took Myself Too Serious, released July 10, 2014

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