Don’t Tell Me About Sacrifice

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Don’t tell me about sacrifice
I don’t need your hypocritical words
A notion merely secondhand
A duty you constantly deferred
With my family soundly asleep
I’ll carry my seabag back to the dock
Taking with me their prayers
Never survive without them – my rock

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I’m Going To Start Some Rumors

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I’m going to start some rumors
Tell them all the bad things I’ve done
See if they carry in the wind
Or get burned away by the sun
Can words affect us in reality
Or are they conjured up in dreams
Softly spoken so we will remember
Illuminated by heavenly moonbeams