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High and Low

from Home by Greg Willson

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I slapped the face of the one who kissed me
I said I'm sorry but I lied

Empty hopes, oh I'm still left hungry
You said you loved me and you lied

My appetite is like a fig tree
Cursed and set free from its life

It slowly fades and now it haunts me
Telling what would be so I lie

We all get robbed
Everything gets stolen
We all grow up
Everything a burden

This drive inside is a wild escapee
Swinging idly at the sky

I let him roam this barren country
So why is it me with the black eye?

The search for what cannot be broken
Lost or taken consumes my time

It must exist and the proof rests within
All that's broken in our cries

I search high and low

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from Home, released February 3, 2015

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