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Nov 10, 2006 06:45

The Good left undone by Rise Against

The fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
pointing there in my direction.

I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
finding now what I've been missing,
and I know.

So I tell myself, tell myself it's wrong,
there's a point we pass in which we can't return,
i felt the cold rain of the coming storm,
all because you.

I haven't slept in so long,
when I do I dream,
of drowning in the ocean,
longing for the shore,
where I can lay my head down,
I'll follow your voice,
all you have to do is,
shout it out...

Inside my hands these peddles browned,
dried up falling to the ground,
but it was already to late now,
I pushed my fingers through the earth,
return this flower to the dirt,
so it could live,
I walked away now...

But I know...
not a day goes by when I don't feel this burn,
there's a point we pass in which we can't return,
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...

All because of you,
i haven't slept in so long,
when I do I dream,
of drowning in the ocean,
longing for the shore,
where I can lay my head down,
I'll follow your voice,
all you have to do is shout it out....

All because of you...
All because of you...

All because of you
I haven't slept in so long,
when I do I dream,
of drowning in the ocean,
longing for the shore,
where I can lay my head down,
inside these arms of yours....

All because of you,
I believe in angels,
not the kind with wings,
no, not the kind with halos,
the kind that bring you home,
when home becomes a strange place,
I'll follow your voice,
all you have to do is
SHOUT IT OUT!
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