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Mexico
03:50
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You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you,
Of all the different faces that I've seen,
Different people, so many different lives,
I guess you notice it more when you're looking from the outside.
My sister's waiting for me, so I’m packing my bags,
I’ve got another country to see before I’m heading home again,
These emotions they raise up now, so I’ll put things in perspective,
And I let myself feel small, I let myself feel small.
‘Cause I, I’m in Mexico,
And I, I’m a long, long way from home.
We’re bloody lucky living where we do,
We’ve got it good but we all complain about the shit that we don’t need to,
So I don’t want to slip back to routine,
Forget the poverty I’ve seen and bitch about the little things.
‘Cause I’m, I’m in Mexico,
And I, I’m a long way from everyone I know.
I feel small, I feel small
I feel small, I feel small
I don’t wanna go back to the same old shit,
I don’t wanna forget that this world exists,
I can’t sit around here and bask in my privilege,
Of being a white girl in my middle class bubble,
I wanna feel small, feel small,
I wanna feel small, fell small,
And feel it all.
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Six Hours North
03:57
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Six hours North is my hometown,
I’m driving up and God it’s looking brown,
These hills they used to roll on in shades of green,
But Winter’s gone now and the clouds they’ve been mean,
Six hours North was my childhood,
The skies are wide up there and the people are good,
We used to run down that hill screaming,
“This is ours” and is it still?
Golden light and golden thread,
They were hazy days filled with innocence,
Golden light and golden thread,
They were hazy days filled with innocence,
Six hours North was my heartbreak,
Our perfect world was put at stake,
We watched Dad recluse, he’s gone away,
While Mum’s at home yelling and smashing plates,
Golden light and golden thread,
They were hazy days filled with innocence,
Golden light and golden thread,
They were hazy days filled with innocence,
Golden light and golden thread,
They were hazy days filled with innocence,
Golden light and golden thread,
They were hazy days filled with innocence.
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Enough
03:02
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One step forward at a time,
You push, fight it, every time,
And I know how this goes,
In circles spinning ‘round,
Your heart’s aching, screaming out,
And I know how this goes
That’s where the pain lives,
So open it up,
Acknowledge the feeling,
And know you’re enough,
That’s where the pain lives,
So open it up,
Acknowledge that feeling,
And know you’re,
Know you’re enough,
Look backwards on your life,
Can you recognise the lows and highs?
‘Cause I know how this goes,
And it can’t pass by ‘til it’s done,
So head up, go on, run
You’ll go, I’ll watch you go
That’s where the pain lives,
So open it up,
Acknowledge the feeling,
And know you’re enough,
That’s where the pain lives,
So open it up,
You don’t need the answers,
Just know, know you’re enough.
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Eucalyptus
03:47
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We grew up in eucalyptus leaves,
With dirt under our fingernails from playing in the creek,
We grew up open and wild,
Running under the sun,
Mumma always told us,
“Make sure that you’re kind,
Be generous and grateful,
And look after your mind,”
It took me 20 years to realise how right she was,
Our Dad gave us music and taught us guitar,
He saw the silliness in everything,
Even when you’re calling from your broken down car,
And I don’t know anyone else,
With a heart like that,
Well if we’re looking back at the memories made,
I think we’re pretty lucky we grew up this way,
Not every child has the space to run and dance,
Run and dance like that,
Now that we are older and pretty different too,
More confident and bolder,
But I still see the vulnerabilities in you,
And I hope that you know,
I’m always on your side,
I’ll be running and dancing with you,
Always on your side,
Well if we’re looking back at the memories made,
I think we’re pretty lucky we grew up this way,
Not every child has the space to run and dance,
Run and dance like that.
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5. |
These Hands You Gave Me
03:41
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I look just like my mother,
You were right,
And I act just like her too,
Maybe not in the most rational of ways,
But I’ve got passion, she made sure of that,
Made sure I got her flame,
And you act like my father,
But only when it suits,
And I hate the fact that this still hurts,
But I’ve been trying Dad,
And you know, you know it takes two,
So when it’s overwhelming I try and use my hands,
She taught me that,
To get busy, get messy, pull out the weeds,
And curse his name, oh curse his name,
Maybe when I grow up older, older than today,
Maybe then I’ll stop whinging and carrying on,
I’ll keep it to myself if you want,
But I won’t feel this any less,
Today I bought a pumpkin, I hope it fixes me,
I’m gonna bake the scones that my Nana would,
And get busy, get messy, and put these hands you gave me to some good use,
I’ll put these hands, put these hands,
I’ll put these hands, put these hands,
I’ll put these hands, put these hands,
I’ll put these hands you gave me, to some good use.
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Megan Core Byron Bay, Australia
Megan Core is an Australian singer-songwriter who writes honest, relatable folk-rock.
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