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There was a girl that lived on Garden Lane
where the flowers bloomed but the town was plain.
She knew that there was more to life
than hide and seek and slip-n-slides.
In her small-town life there were small-town minds
who didn't think too much about wrong and right.
They only cared about football games
but she was hoping for a midnight train.
She knew if she couldn't hop on that train
she'd be stuck in the town where everyone’s the same.
Should she take the leap of faith?
Would that be a risk to take?
Could she defy all their odds?
Could she prove it to the gods?
What if they're all right?
Don't know if she should fight or if she should flight.
She doesn't wanna stay,
but what if she's too scared to run away?
She just wants her one way ticket to the midnight train.
She packed her bags and drove away.
In her rearview the town slowly drifted away.
The puzzle pieces started to fall into place
like it was written in the stars to run away that day.
She knew she was ready for the bright lights and the stage,
but she couldn't shake the feeling that she threw her old life away.
She finally took the leap of faith
and slowly her life changed.
She defied all their odds.
She proved it to the gods.
What if she misses home
when the big city starts to grow cold?
What if she misses the small town summer air
and the breeze blowing through her hair?
But about that one way ticket.
She’s glad she found that one way ticket.
Her life changed with that one way ticket on the midnight train.
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Rhaea Ishmael - Runaway
04:52
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Tears stream down my face like rain.
Wonder after all my losses
Will there always be pain?
I don’t wanna be alone forever.
Please understand.
I may be lonely but I’ll never need a man.
I am fragile.
Please don’t break me.
I’ve been broken and frayed.
I was touched by the hands of the devil
and all I wanna do is run away.
Please don’t break me.
Promise me you’ll stay.
I was a girl dancing in the rain.
Now I’m just a ghost who fell victim to your game.
I waited for you to save me.
Instead you brought me pain.
You forced me to become
a pawn in your sick game.
I am fragile.
Please don’t break me.
I’ve been broken and frayed.
I was touched by the hands of the devil
and all I wanna do is run away.
Please don’t break me.
Promise me you’ll stay.
I tried. I swear.
The way you left
doesn’t seem right.
I hurt myself to boost your ego.
You left me alone and in pieces.
Was she worth
putting me through all that hurt?
I am fragile.
Please don’t break me.
I’ve been broken and frayed.
I was touched by the hands of the devil
and all I wanna do is run away.
Please don’t break me.
Promise me you’ll stay.
And all you could do was run away
and break all the promises you made to me.
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Do you know what it's like to not know how to live? Only survive?
Have you ever woke up from sleep just to see if you're alive?
And when the silence gets too loud do you feel your knees crash into the ground?
Or do you feel the pain of your body fighting an endless war?
Just stop. There's no reason in looking back.
I'm done trying. I can't breathe.
My mind won't stop. I can't seem to cope with what I have become.
I've turned into a hollow shell of the girl that I used to be.
Do you know what it's like to be a victim of your own mind?
Have you ever broke the rules just to feel a bit alive?
And when I can't handle what I think, I close my eyes and take another drink.
I'd avoid it if I could, but I'm just so tired of feeling like this.
Just stop. There's no point in looking back.
I'm done trying. I can't breathe.
My mind is made up. I can't seem to cope with what I have become.
I've turned into a hollow shell of the girl that I used to be.
What kind of person am I who makes their family cry?
An outcast of my own story. A coward in my own skin.
Daddy’s little girl I couldn’t save.
Daddy’s little girl you will never see again.
What's the point in looking back at what I could've changed?
What's the point of even living? I can barely breathe.
I'm tired of all this pain. I have nothing left to gain.
So I'll ask you once again. What’s the point in looking back?
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Ashley Vela - Plastic
05:01
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I remember our last December
Almost a year ago. How did I not know?
The happiness, the magic times.
You said that they would never die.
But you didn’t think so.
How did I not know?
And was I not enough?
Did I talk too much,
Or did I not say enough?
You said you loved me and I fell for it.
You said that I was just perfect.
I never questioned you.
I never had a clue.
When I saw you I felt butterflies,
but those butterflies - they all died.
Our love - it was like plastic.
It was molded the way you wanted.
Remember when I was sad?
I was hurting myself. Life was so bad.
You held me while I cried,
But all you did was lie.
You told me you would protect me
And that you wouldn’t let anybody hurt me.
But, you hurt me.
And what did I do wrong?
Did I love you too much,
Or did I not love enough?
You said you loved me and I fell for it.
You said that I was just perfect.
I never questioned you.
I never had a clue.
When I saw you I felt butterflies
But you killed them all and I guess that’s why
Our love - it was like plastic.
It was broken and melted.
And what am I supposed to do now?
I’m hurt beyond belief.
God, I hope you’re proud.
You said you loved me and I fell for it.
You said that I was just perfect.
Loving every curve.
Boy, you had the nerve.
You played me like I was just a game
When you never really felt the same.
In love with someone else…
I found that out for myself.
All the crying and sleepless nights.
You don’t deserve one ounce of my life.
Our love - it was like plastic,
But mine was real and my heart melted.
It was plastic and it melted.
Yeah, the healing’s gonna take some time,
But in the long run I’ll be fine.
Our love - it was like plastic.
You threw it away and we can’t mend it.
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Conner Sutton - Icarus
02:59
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Listen well. I got a story to tell
about a boy done in by his pride.
He soared to heights never seen before,
but it cost him his life.
Now Icarus was trapped inside
imprisoned by the King Crete.
His father hatched a plan to escape.
They had one chance to be free.
At night they made two pairs of wings.
By day, they’d fly away into the sky.
The time had come for them to make their play.
There'd soon be an end to their woes.
At the dawn of a brand new day
their freedom was all too close.
Icarus soared into the sky.
At last he had won.
His father warned him,
“Don't fly too close to the sun.”
Now Icarus flew up to the heavens.
The sun melted the wax of his wings.
Before he knew it, his flight was done.
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I look above and see they're bright-
The stars I see tonight, babe.
Admit that this feels right. Oh.
The fallen stars that caught our eye
can't be that far off the horizon
so take my hand and hold it tight
as we run into the night.
In search of longing compassion.
I need your devotion.
So take me into your life.
Teach me how safe feels.
This sim-ply is unreal.
Your smile is my Achilles heel.
We seek acceptance.
You just wait and see.
We'll look until we're on our knees.
I look above and see they're bright -
the stars I see tonight, babe.
Admit that this feels right. Oh.
We make or break until the dawn,
then suddenly our time is gone.
We stare into each other's eyes.
I'm sad to say I'm not surprised.
You start to say goodbye.
I'm so tired of this fight.
You start to walk away. That's right.
Just gonna look up at the sky and say that's all I need.
I cry until the night arrives
when I hear your laughter rise.
I look up and smile at the sky.
It's sad but it is true.
No one knows me better than you.
We always seem to get caught in this loop.
I look above and see they're bright -
the stars I see tonight, babe.
Admit that this feels right. Oh.
The fallen stars that caught our eye
can't be that far off the horizon
so take my hand and hold it tight
as we run into the night.
In search of your longing compassion.
I need your devotion.
So take me into your life.
Teach me how safe feels.
This sim-ply is unreal.
Your smile is my Achilles heel.
Just as I have said before,
the cycle can be quite a bore.
And what is it even for?
I don't know, but I'm torn.
I look above and see they're bright -
the stars I see tonight, babe.
Admit that this feels right. Oh.
Teach me how safe feels.
This simply is unreal.
Your smile is my Achilles heel.
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They were best friends.
He was the thinker, the daydreamer.
She only wished she could be a seeker like him.
He was her everything.
Her coffee in the morning.
The awake she used to long for.
Daydreamer.
Why’d you have to leave her?
She once was a believer
But now it’s no more.
Now she frowns all around
even at the joyous sounds.
Feeling the emotional bounds
that the daydreamer crowned.
Daydreamer.
Why’d you have to leave her?
She once was a believer
but now it’s no more.
Even when her head is spinning
all hope of hers is ending.
Blaming all her dwellings
on that neverending daydreaming.
Oh, Daydreamer.
Stay forever in this fever.
Daydreamer.
Daydreamer.
Beautiful.
Heartless.
Daydreamer.
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Liz Anderson - Pangaea
04:49
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I was just a cell when all the world began to form.
The mountain had no shape. The oldest trees had not yet grown.
And everything devoured and was gobbled down in turn.
All was underwater and yet I was all alone.
The tides receded slowly and the lava cooled to stone.
Something in the sea crawled out and I was on its back.
Shuffled on the sand and opened up our blinded eyes.
And all we saw was living green and I could not look back.
Primal and prehistory
etched upon our sticks and stones.
Poor Pangaea broke apart
but in remains and ruins I know I am not alone.
For centuries, we all ran wild, no currency or laws.
Feral in our freedom where the redwoods touched the sky.
And nothing fled before us ‘til the laughter left our jaws.
And for a fleeting moment no one thought we’d ever die.
A tribe became community among the bricks of sod,
Living by the mercy of their herds and appetites.
And what they didn’t understand, they left it up to God
and whispered of the wilds that they locked out in the night.
I am ancient history
painted on the walls of stone.
Kingdoms crumble. Death decays.
But in the floods and fossils I know I am not alone
Everything exploded when the iron in the ground
refined and turned to power for the cities and their sprawl.
They came back to my arms with sharpened blade and raging fire.
They broke the ground and cut the trees to build another wall.
They spread like a disease and left destruction in their wake.
The smoke and ash and fire the only thing they left behind.
For they believed that all the world was theirs alone to take,
but take from mother nature and she will respond in kind
With merciful ferocity.
You and I are not at war.
I will give and you will take.
So it is and was before.
Fires burn and plagues thin herds.
Famine in the gnawing bones.
With disaster comes rebirth.
And in the hands of time you never truly are alone.
Factories abandoned, left for modern luxury
to look upon the fossils and to wonder who’s to blame.
The vines that creep up settler walls will cover theirs one day.
For all the Earth created, she is owed and will reclaim.
But I am ancient history.
You remain and so will I.
Poor Pangaea broke apart.
But surely as the sun will rise I know I’ll never die.
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Mya Gibbs - Broken
04:16
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Kiss me before you go.
Yea, time went by so slow
with your red lips and those brown eyes
and your flaming hair that caught my eye.
You were standing there without a care.
Your pale skin reflects the moon
and I can't help but swoon.
‘Cause you’re perfectly imperfect
with those freckles on your skin.
And you hold my heart in your hand
just seeing your grin.
And I can’t help but wonder what we could’ve been
if you hadn’t left so quickly way back then.
They say it gets better over time
but I’m slowly losing my mind.
Now I’m sitting here calling out your name.
All the laughs and all the tears.
All the memories over the years.
Mirror of erised, I see your eyes.
I wear your sweater each time I cry
and now I’m all alone again.
The pain it feels too real
wondering why I'm dealt this deal.
‘Cause you’re perfectly imperfect
with those freckles on your skin.
And you hold my heart in your hand
just seeing your grin.
And I can’t help but wonder what we could’ve been
if you hadn’t left so quickly way back then.
They say it gets better over time
but I’m slowly losing my mind.
Now I’m sitting here calling out your name.
My love is never-ending
but I gotta stop pretending
that the one who gave me comfort’s coming home.
Do you watch over me at night
when I cry with all my might?
And I’m shaking and I’m screaming
‘cause you’re in all of my dreams.
‘Cause your laugh and your scent,
they disappear after a while.
I just wanna turn back time, be seen by no one but you.
‘Cause your brother held me close
while your smile became a ghost.
Now I’m wondering, why'd you have to leave me?
And I can’t help but wonder what we could’ve been
if you hadn’t left so quickly way back then.
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We're next in line in this cycle trying to find ourselves.
Trying to pour into someone else.
Trying to change the world.
Oh, they said that they’d be there to help us grow,
Then forced us to dance in their crooked show.
She may not hear you but you should know.
In the weather,
through whatever.
You know that I can be your shelter.
Through the struggles.
In the jungle.
We have each other to hold onto.
They fuel all the fires lied to our face,
but when you’re with me you have a safe place.
We're coming out.
Calling for change and we shout it out.
Making it clear and without a doubt
they'll have to do better than that.
Oh, wish we could back to our first hellos
Before the division and low blows.
Now we're together so we'll overthrow.
Woah, in the weather.
Through whatever.
You know we always will protect you.
Through the struggles.
In the jungle.
We have each other to hold onto.
In the weather.
Through whatever.
You know we always will protect you.
Through the struggles.
In the jungle.
We have each other to hold onto.
They fuel all our fires and lied to our face.
Together we have to make a safe place.
Our safe place.
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Story Cycle at The Lexington Theatre Company Lexington, Kentucky
Story Cycle empowers the next generation of storytellers to find and raise their voices through musical theatre, with an emphasis on equity, inclusion and equality.
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