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January Chills
04:21
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I thought I saw you through my window,
But you were only present in my mind.
When was the last time that I held you?
Beneath the black and starry sky
January Chills give me the common cold,
I never want you to see this place I call home.
Tired look in the mirror, how could I be so old?
And all I see is this face alone.
I would throw it all away
To hear you sing another song.
And I wish you could hear me say
That you were right and I was wrong.
January Chills give me the common cold,
I never want you to see this place I call home.
Tired look in the mirror, how could I be so old?
And all I see is this face alone.
January Chills give me the common cold,
I never want you to see this place I call home.
Tired look in the mirror, how could I be so old?
And all I see is this face alone.
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Goodnight.
04:21
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We talk and laugh about the game,
And run back home through the storm.
You never knew what I would be,
But you knew I took my only form.
Slaving through the evening hour.
Dinner’s cold out on his plate.
The sun is down, the run will stop,
But there is not a time to wait.
The calling’s clear it’s time to go,
So hold my hand on out the door.
Don’t tell me what to do.
I get the call, 10 P.M.
Your father was on his way back home.
The 18 wheeler came crashing in.
In a hospital room, he awoke.
Shaky hand, blood on his face.
Grabs me close to his final tears.
He cried “You made me who I am.”
“You’ll run the house when I leave here.”
“Father don’t leave me” I begged,
“It’s time to sail out to the sun.”
“But are you happy with what I’ve done?”
“I could never be more proud my son.”
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Untitled No. 2
04:30
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I start walking to your room.
And you go away to catch a daydream.
You can’t look me in the eye,
‘cuz you won’t stay and let me in your perfect life.
I want you to know,
I’m not that stupid kid you used to know.
Let me go, I’ll come back another year or so.
Tired eyes,
Starry skies, I’m going home.
You take my hand and lay with me,
As we drift away from the visions on the TV screen.
Falling faster every sleep,
And when I wake today, I’m searching for your hand in place.
Please don’t know
That I’m that stupid kid that you still know.
Don’t let me go,
I know I fucked this up and scars still show.
Cried eyes
Cut ties, I’m going home.
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Zach Russack Hackettstown, New Jersey
Zach Russack - musician based out of NW, NJ. Portrayed in his music is the purity of innocence and the harshness of truth.
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