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the last
03:03
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You told me that everyone is welcome
You told me it’s safe to be myself
But you showed me how my different is too different
Why must I always be the last
You told me we’re all in this together
You told me a family we’ll remain
But you showed me you’re not ready to know the real me
Why must I always be the last
I see it in your eyes
I’m sadly not surprised that you’re unable
But I miss your warm embrace
I so wish there was a place for me at the table
But don’t worry, I won’t spoil the party
I’ll go and make it easier on you
But some day you might wish you’d done this different
Because the present can’t be reclaimed when it’s the past
And the days race on and on so very fast
Why must I always be the last
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nothing to say
02:43
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What would I say
If I could say anything
Possibility is frightening
Would I command the stage
Even with random thoughts
The pressure to be vital
I’ve got nothing to say
But I’ll say it anyway
Just to break the silence
Of this cold white page
Ever reminding me
I’ve got nothing to say
Where are the words
To Keep my mind
From telling me “not this time”
Just to be heard
I’ll repeat a line
I heard in another life
All eyes on me
As if the very next thing
Will define my existence
I’m weak in the knees
It’s all in my head, but my head won’t stop
It's persistent
Where are the words
To Keep my mind
From telling me “not this time”
Just to be heard
I’ll repeat a line
I heard in another life
Must’ve been someone else’s life...
I’ve got nothing to say
But I’ll say it anyway
Just to break the silence
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whither
03:04
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Let’s Dance and sing like we used to
When they play their guitars it feels just like youth
We’ve traveled so very far, go every and no place
And when I hear those songs I can almost touch your face
Memories so sweet and so bitter
So deep though so feeble, seem destined to wither
On the vines of our inrooted lives
Withered, dither, bother, fodder
Withered, dither, bother, dither
Withered, fodder, bother, dither
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Ted Hajnasiewicz Minneapolis, Minnesota
Driven to write the perfect song, Minneapolis-born singer/songwriter Ted Hajnasiewicz performs with a magnetizing honesty
and reflective tone that speaks to the very essence of the human spirit.
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