Ginny Owens - Who are you listening to
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This is your life,
And yet somehow,
They decide,
What you re about,
You learn your lines,
And take your cues,
But who are you listening to?
You change your clothes,
And how you speak,
You place your hope,
In what they think,
Before you know
There s no more you,
Who are you listening to-
Have you noticed how much you fear,
All the voices you choose to hear
Who are you listening to?
Who tells you what to do?
Who rules your thoughts at night?
Whose rules define your life?
Oh, you know it s up to you,
So who are you listening to
This is your life,
You have no choice,
You will rely
On someone s voice,
And it s all right
To question who,
Who are you listening to?
Do the words that you believe
Set your soul and spirit free
There s a quiet voice,
Whispering in your heart,
It s been there all along,
It believes in you,
It will tell the truth,
Can t you hear it call?
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The mark I breathe on you.
It s burning through your soul.
The breath I waste.
Losing control.
I bleed in pain.
Testing what I know.
Lips soaked in deceit.
Pull me from here.
No one s innocent.
So why do I feel bad?
But guilt keeps creeping, creeping up...
So long, congratulations, break a leg tonight
What a shame I heard the understudy died under the knife
Crying backwards under bedroom light
The operation
I don’t think you’ll ever want to love me
You’d better listen to your doctor doctor
Sober up and bury the empty cup
In a backyard of Seattle we used to lie
When...
I hear my voice again.
It s longing for you.
And heart that is twisted and stained,
is crying relief to be burnt.
I hear your god is dying over again.
She is burning.
Mary, your eyes are bleeding.
Once again you are holy.
Oh, holy death that I gave.
I gave it all for you.
So full with tears...
Story of a man,
Who decided not to breathe.
Turned red, purple, then blue.
Colorful indeed.
No matter how his friends begged,
Well, he would not concede,
And now he s dead.
You see, cause everybody knows,
You got to breathe.
Watch out, see us coming
Don t think about running
Speak up, stop playing
Who cares what you re saying?
How does it feel to be floating away?
The 7th generation today
Fight your own wars and let us play
Can you take yourself seriously?
Skip the same ol routine and take it off your routine
You think...