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She lost her soul in this small country town
Where the river meets the sea
It’s hard to move forward in such a stagnant place
When your dreams can move mountains and valleys
Because she was dreaming of a far-away place in her mind
She was working every day, not much time for a living
But life is made from sacrifice, we have stepping stones for a reason
Because she was dreaming of a far-away place in her mind
A place where she could begin again, where she could leave her old life behind
As I looked out to where the river breaks into the sea
I’m reminded sometimes you’ve got to break open to set yourself free
With one hand on the wheel,
The other riding waves against the wind
The sun drenched on her face
She felt alive again
As I looked out to where the river breaks into the sea
I’m reminded sometimes you’ve got to break open to set yourself free
To set yourself free, set yourself free
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Binoculars
03:24
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I opened my present today, I just turned 23
Mum and Dad bought my binoculars so I could see
All the embroidery throughout the tree line
The detail you couldn't see with your own eyes
Sometimes we need to pay attention to the small things
Oooh Oooh Oooh
Blue wren, with your friends, dancing around
Leaves swaying softly to the sound
Of the wind blowing through the gum trees
Songs being sung over the lonely breeze
Sometimes we need to pay attention to the small things
Oooh Oooh Oooh
Sometimes our lens can lose focus on what the day brings
Sometimes we need to pay attention to the small things
Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh
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Forest for the Trees
04:37
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We try so hard looking
When the answers already there
It isn't in the finer detail
But always in the bigger picture
But maybe we’ll just never know
Nobody’s wrong if everybody’s right
If only things just were a little simpler
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind
You can’t see the forest for the trees
You can’t see the flowers for the bees
You can’t see the sky for the stars
Nor hell below or heaven above
Why are we always pointing fingers
Thinking we’re better than everyone else
Standing on moral high ground
We need to take a good hard look at ourselves
You can’t see the forest for the trees
You can’t see the flowers for the bees
You can’t see the sky for the stars
Nor hell below or heaven above
We are all imperfect people
Trying to race against time
To figure out all of the answers
To figure out wrong and right
You can’t see the forest for the trees
You can’t see the flowers for the bees
You can’t see the sky for the stars
Nor hell below or heaven above
But the answers already there
We've always known it deep down in our core
We've just lost it looking in the detail
LOVE will always be what we live for
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The Desert
04:42
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There’s something about a road-trip
It digs deep down in my soul
I always have this feeling
That a part of me has been here before
I have the urge for going
The wondering women in me
Unleashed with mother natures calling
My ancestors summoning me
Time and time again
The desert brings me back to the unknown
And once again I am free
Because I feel like I'm on my way home
As I drive along the wide open road
A horizon of red dust mixed with blue hue.
This desert country consumes me
The sense of freedom feels true
Time and time again
The desert brings me back to the unknown
And once again I am free
Because I feel like I'm on my way home
The silence and stillness completes me
I'm reminded of where I've come from
I remember theres something in nothing
And that is where I’ll always belong
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Last Man Standing
03:50
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Time rolls on by, it goes so slow
And you’re waiting for you time to go
You’ve seen the sunshine, you’ve seen the pouring rain
God is telling you to come home, your loved ones are telling you to stay
Time is all we know
Fear nothing that will follow
For you're the Last Man Standing
You're the Last Man
The world starts to change, the future is leaving you behind
You’ve got yourself, and the stories of the good old times
Please tell me a story, Last Man Standing
The future may not be yours, but the past is yours to tell
Time is all we know
Fear nothing that will follow
For you're the Last Man Standing
You're the Last Man
For you're the Last Man Standing
Time is all we know
Fear nothing that will follow
For you're the Last Man Standing
You're the Last Man
For you're the Last Man Standing
You're the Last Man
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Change
02:52
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Its strange how things work out
I feel like I'm falling apart
Maybe things are falling together
Maybe time has healed my heart
Maybe I’ve grown through the pain
And all the places I have been
Sometimes things need to end
To make way for new beginnings
Change is coming today
Good things are coming my way
I need to let go of the past,
But I don't know where I'm going from here
I need to embrace the freedom
I need to run straight through the fear
Change is coming today
Good things are coming my way
Change is coming today
Good things are coming my way
Change is coming today
Good things are coming my way
Change is coming today
Good things are coming my way
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Savanah Solomon Perth, Australia
Savanah Solomon is a singer/songwriter from Moore River Western Australia, who’s country upbringing and deep passion for story-telling has led her to become a well-renowned songwriter in Western Australia’s Music Scene.
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