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Working on a better life, done with lazy bones.
Working on a better life, tired of being alone.
Screwed up days went by, never learned to wave goodbye.
Screwed up days went by, try to built up now.
Hey my, working on a better life.
Hey my, try to built up now.
Once I lived a bitter life, wasted all my days.
Once I lived a bitter life, almost lost my way.
True hearts often fall, down the drain, but up they crawl.
True hearts often fall, rise and then will
Climb to see, gonna make a change in me.
Gonna make a change indeed.
Better take a chance on me.
Hey my, working on a better life.
Hey my, try to built up now.
Climb to see, gonna make a change in me.
Gonna make a change indeed.
Better take a change on me.
Climb with me, climb with me
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What's been respected, wasted, rejected.
Sank in a waste land of scars.
Might be that waste, led you away from the heart.
What in the world went wrong?
Gently roll down to soft ground and,
stay in the waste for a while.
Might be that waste, led you away from the heart.
What in the world went wrong?
Eye opening circumstances,
help you to sass back, run for a smile.
Learn to rely on your senses
isn't that scary, at all after all.
Light sees the day, leads you the way to your heart.
One of these days you're strong.
What if the waste was gone.
So many dreams for you to grow upon.
So many scenes would make you proud.
So many seas for you to sail upon.
You'll be coming home.
You'll be coming home, to glow bright.
Taken away for a while, taken away for a while.
You were taken away for a while.
Light sees the day, leads you the way to the heart.
One of these days you're strong.
Light sees the day. Leads to new ways to the heart.
What in the world went wrong.
One of these days you're strong.
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Sitting bull men underneath the skies of evil.
Gathered at the Pine Ridge waiting for their faith to come.
Years of frustration, cut through the thin line.
Tears of a nation lost to the claws of hate.
Girl at the Wounded Knee, ran for her mothers arms.
Died by the icy creek, out there at Wounded Knee.
Blue coat gunners didn't hesitate to fire.
Mowed them to the ground, fading disillusioned eyes.
Built up temptation, tension, desperation on faces.
Lost to the claws of hate.
Girl at the Wounded Knee, running from the raging guns.
Proud 7th Cavalry. Masters of misery.
Who did they think they were?
Mothers and children dead.
Damn them all the way.
Damn them all the way.
All lost in vain, those scars will still remain.
Scars will still remain. Scars will still reamain.
Up to this day.
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Flower in the sun. Flower in the sun.
Flower in the sun. Flower in the sun.
When I look through the window.
I feel the energy come through.
Mind me to think of you.
Mystical window.
Finally I've found someone to speak my tongue.
Flower in the sun. Flower in the sun.
When I gaze through the pine trees.
I see the rays of light shine through.
Mind me to think, it's you.
May the blue of your great eyes.
Conquer the grey, bad tempered, skies in my mind.
Flower in the sun. Flower in the sun.
After the fumes of disaster went up to the sky.
After the roots you held on to, went off to die.
After the dreams, once profound, one by one pass you by.
You're nothing but a ..... flower in the sun.
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She had a hole in her heart.
Caused by the days of frustration.
When things were falling apart.
She left the pavements of patience.
Down the depths where the pale lights won't shine.
Straight to the bottom of an old gracious ocean.
Wade through the waters and the myths of our time.
Break with the curse and the creeks of constriction.
Enter new tides to swim against.
Endless new tides to swim against.
Come back to the surface.
Rise up like a star.
To beat the beast in your basement.
And feed the feast in your heart.
Standing on the edge of an ancient divide.
Hanging on the hands of a luminous angel.
Flying through the skies where the sun hits your eyes.
Making your way to higher grounds.
Into the light to shine again.
Endless new light to shine again.
Find those curves in life.
Try to resolve weary times.
My lonesome star.
Go climb the stairs to higher grounds.
That take you home to feel the vibe .... again.
Where the best hearts go.
I'll take you near.
And gracefull eyes, will break your fear.
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I received your searching eyes.
Mind went on the run again.
Breathtaking, your eyes went wild.
Smile in your face, smile in my days.
Hide and seek, won't drag you into this.
Hide and seek, won't break the wires for you.
Hide and see, won't drag you into this life.
I was climbing, up again.
Up the hill of fear again.
Felt your heartbeat on your warm chest.
Strong fire, and ...
Smile in your face, smile in my days.
Hide and seek, won't drag you into this.
Hide and seek, won't break the wires for you.
Hide and seek, won't drag you into this life.
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Majestic morning walk
02:59
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Out where the big west hits the sea.
That's where the trees outlive all empires.
Out where the settlers wished to be.
Over the mountains, full of thunder.
Sometimes I dream of California.
Sometimes the dream outlives the day.
I never went to California.
Out where the changes came to be.
That's where the chances brought new fortune.
Out where the big herds roamed all free.
Over the prairies, rolling thunder.
Sometimes I dream of California.
Sometimes the dream outlives the day.
I never went to California.
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Bury me in your heart.
Carry me where you're going.
Bury me in your heart.
Cold days are coming.
Carry me in your prime.
Carry me in your time.
Bury me in your heart.
Before I'm going.
Don't let the beauty fall.
Keep it in heart forever.
Don't let the beauty fall.
Hold on endeavor.
Carry me in your time.
Carry me in your prime.
Bury me in your heart.
Before I'm going.
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JimmyBakker Netherlands
Jimmy Bakker writes & performs his original Folk, Americana, Alt-country songs. His voice sometimes reminds of Bob Dylan. His songs hold the spirit of giants like Neil Young and Steve Earle.
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