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Matt Corby - Resolution

I'm giving up, this whole lie is on me
Call it out like a family
Instead I bide my time, get a ride
Until the rubber leaves the road

You said don't lie so I made the truth
Seemed like a lie to even you
Control your fear, it's clear
That you did not know where you're going to

So don't you worry
You'll be my resolution
Characters of no illusion
You'll be my resolution

One month down and it's in sight
Oh I'm guaranteed to lose my mind
It's dangerous to speak and sigh
You might know what I'm trying to hide

So from the cradle to quarter age
Oh I bought the book but didn't flip the page
Oh readiness is near we steer
As far away from the coming of days

So don't you worry
You'll be my resolution
Characters of no illusion
You will be my resolution
Characters of no illusion
You'll be my resolution

Turn around put it down and see
That this is really the place to be
I'm not you, nor you me
But were both moving steady
Matt Corby (photo from Communion Music)


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