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Dear visitors,
The Tigarus.com network will be changing software in May (2024). There will be some down time and there will be a change to the webpage addresses.
Rocksmith Songs Search will be unavailable of a few weeks or months while I "Patcoola" move the database to the new software.
At the moment we are running on Wordpress, the new software is an in-house project which is 57 times faster. It will also provide more freedom for development.
Thank you for understanding.
In fields where nothing grew but weeds I found a flower at my feet Bending there in my direction I wrapped a hand around its stem I pulled until the roots gave in Finding now what I've been missing And I know So I tell myself I tell myself it's wrong There's a point we've passed in which we cant return I've felt the cold rain of the coming storm All because of you I haven't slept in so long When I do, I dream Of drowning in the ocean Longing for the shore Where I can lay my head down I'll follow your voice All you have to do Is shout it out Inside my hands these pedals bound Dried up, fallen to the ground But it was already too late now I pushed my fingers through the earth Returned this flower to the dirt So it could live; I walked away now But I know Not a day goes by when I don't feel it's wrong There's a point we've passed in which we can't return I've felt the cold rain of the coming storm All because of you All because of you All because of you I haven't slept in so long When I do, I dream Of drowning in the ocean Longing for the shore Where I can lay my head down Inside these arms of yours All because of you I believe in angels Not the kind with wings No, not the kind with halos The kind that bring you home When home becomes a strange place I'll follow your voice All you have to do Is shout it out
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