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Internal Combustion
A slow burning fire.
One hand on the throttle,
One on your desire
Internal Combustion
A chemical fact
The heat of the moment,
Caught up in the act.
Masses of people moving this way and that.
Accosted by forces, barely time to react.
Under the surface, untouched by the rain,
Fueled with a purpose is a smoldering flame.
Internal Combustion
A slow burning fire.
One hand on the throttle,
One on your desire
Internal Combustion
A chemical fact
The heat of the moment,
Caught up in the act.
Frozen in time, in a memory stilled,
Shadow of life in a dream unfulfilled.
Know that it's true, know there's no doubt:
When it reaches the end, the fire will go out.
Internal Combustion has a limit in time.
One eye on the stopwatch, one on the divine.
Internal Combustion in the palm of your hand
Slips through your fingers back to where it began.
Warmth of a love, unique and intense,
Glow of contentment, commitment well spent,
Desire gave meaning, in whole or in part,
To those other souls, to those Open Hearts.
Internal Combustion
A slow burning fire.
One hand on the throttle,
One on your desire
Internal Combustion
A chemical fact
The heat of the moment,
Caught up in the act.
Internal Combustion
Internal Combustion
Internal Combustion
Internal Combustion
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The Courtship
03:30
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On Sacred Ground
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I see you're standing On Sacred Ground
And it's right where your father stood.
A field of rice or a field of sand,
He'd be there with you if he could.
There's the truth, and there's injustice
and then there's this American way.
They say in time it will get better,
But that the time is not to-day.
I'm asking when can this be over.
Who takes a life and calls it whole?
A circle drawn complete, half empty,
As every pawn must play its role.
As each black night we hold our ground
And watch the darkness change to day.
A line is drawn where no one crosses.
No one can bear to show the way.
I see you're standing On Sacred Ground
And it's right where your father stood.
A field of rice or a field of sand,
He'd be here with you if he could.
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