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Define the marks prepare to laugh
So sorry you never had your reasons
Loose the lips and sink the ships
A cycle broken and amused
Rules and games playful moments
That won't last no matter how it feels
Ropes that strain to catch the picture frames
No never what is real
Avenues we all confuse
These maps will make them disappear
Mountains side your feelings lie
For better sense without your fear
Stay with me now
Now I can hide away
Stay with me now
Drving the lights away
Stay with me now
Now we can find away
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Kick start your heart
Just like an engine
Battered and overused
Are we really ready?
I don't think it's any use
If you think it feels close to you
Hey angel, there's nothing left to loose
Please, believe in what I have to say
The symptoms that you have are so lost
You're wires are crossed, are you leaving?
If you think it feels close to you
Hey angel, it's hardly a worn excuse
Please, believe in what I have to say
The symptoms that you have are so lost
You're wires are crossed are you leaving?
Just leave and never analyze the way
You didnt't like the look
Of his eyes or of his smile
You have to leave it and run away
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Growing old, around these streets
Never really felt quite like, like anything
Expect nothing, and have the chance
To really go somewhere, that you can't
My love is exploitation
Not a passing celebration
And I don't want to feel
Like a part of history
Gonna' turn this town, upside down
We can die well, in their eyes
Just to feel
Promises broken, at a quarter past five
Burning fires, on the railway hillsides
My love is exploitation
Not a passing celebration
And I don't want to feel
Like a part of history
And the grass is greener, on the other side
That's where I want to be, somewhere that she can really see
We all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming
We all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming
We all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming
My love is exploitation
Not a passing celebration
And I don't want to feel
Like a part of history
And the grass is greener, on the other side
That's where I want to be, somewhere that she can really see
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Where's the emotion?
Tuned to the sound of sincerity
Without connection
The lesson doesn't come for free
Senseless distractions
Your spoken words are just a lie
These interactions
The desperate act of fleeting minds
Constant illuminations
With no hope of preservation
Nothing but friendly fire
Soon you will be home again
Buried expression
They are the heart of everything
Distant impressions
When there is nothing left to say
So damn lucky
To be hear at the end of the end of the day
So damn lucky
When all the streets still cal your name
Constant illuminations
With no hope of preservation
Nothing but friendly fire
Soon you will be home again
(spirit dies within)
Constant illuminations
With no hope of preservation
Nothing but friendly fire
Soon you will be home again
The spirit, the spirit, the spirit
It dies within
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Maybe I'm a pessimist
What if all the grey clouds in the sky
Follow me home tonigh?
Maybe I'm an atheist
What if there's no god waiting to meet me
At the end of the working week
Maybe I'm just delicate
Maybe I am...
Just not clever enough to persuade
Everyone of the reasons
We're failing each other
And it's not the same, not the same to me
No it's not the same, not the same to me
Maybe I'm an optimist
What if all the damage that was done
Was never up to me?
Maybe I'm a liar
What if all the truths that I have told
Are better left, better left unsaid?
What sticks to me
Sticks to you like glue
maybe I'm just delicate
Maybe I am...
Just not clever enough to persuade
Everyone of the reasons
We're failing each other
And it's not the same, not the same to me
No it's not the same, not the same to me
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Give me something to believe in
Something that is real
A moment of reflection
What should I believe?
I've lost my innocence
If you see it around please tell it to call
(I can't stomach, my own stomach)
It can't tell me truths I need
When what I feel and what I see isn't even real
(What should I believe?)
Give me something to believe in
Something that is real
A moment of reflection
What should I believe?
Television tells me one thing
Brain tells me something else
(Bullshit never had any intelligence)
War's a terror that we can do without
Small town thinkers will always wear you down
(Just don't look for the hidden meanings)
Give me something to believe in
Something that is real
A moment of reflection
What should I believe?
Start with a voice, with some heart
(Something to believe)
End with a song in the light
(Something to believe)
Give me something to believe in
Give me something that is real
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shouldering the blame
walking into frame
like a lightened silhouette
against a cotton sheet
smothering the crease
tin can in hand
waiting for god to come around
but he never comes around
he never comes around
quiet like a mouse
building up your house
just to tear it down
leaving us in pieces
do they ever fit?
tin can in hand
waiting for god to come around
but he never comes around
he never comes around
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Carbon copy aftertaste
The taste of lips so delicate
Stop the click and watch the room
Sitting pretty in full bloom
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill
Hold your breath this is the part
That i've been waiting for
Words spill out in front of you
On your bedroom floor
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I never gave my world away
Maybe I should maybe I could?
I never gave my world away
Maybe I could, maybe I would?
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I sat beneath the burning tree
The burning tree
The burning tree
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You start working with the same device
The narrative is breaking down again
You're standing down the smae old asking price
The cards are drawn the fires getting warm
All works and play there's nothing left to say
They wouldn't want it any other way
Running fast when the lights are fading
We make the same mistakes
We know we have to face
Someday the fires will keep on burning
But today run away never look behind
The time it takes to walk home alone
The pleasure stops keeps weaksness
From the top of your head
Servants blockade informants keep the peace
The pelasure stops why does it have to stop
All works and play there's nothing left to say
You wouldn't want it any other way
Running fast when the lights are fading
We make the same mistakes
We know we have to face
Someday the fires will keep on burning
But today run away never look behind
The same old pictures playing over again
Running fast when the lights are fading
We make the same mistakes
We know we have to face
Someday the fires will keep on burning
But today run away never look behind
We make we make the same mistakes
But today run away never look behind
We make we make the same mistakes
But today run away never look behind
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Scarred open wounds
The needle, it dances
And glows through the skin
Under lights that burn so bright
And roads we see at night
The light has faded
Through the windows
Destroy to destroy
Landscapes and people you know and people you don't
Wards of empty patients just to sleep away the days
The light has faded
Through the windows
Last call on the waterfront
As the kids all stare
Into thin air
You wait for your breath to come
The fantasy of reality goes rushing through your head
Just a symphony of a restless dream down to your fingertips
Last call on the waterfront
As the kids all stare
Into thin air
You wait for your breath to come
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I called the house to see if anyone was home
Question the silences, the negative response
Stay to see the sunrise raising hell over the square
Didn't loose the sense of promice laced upon the air
Education was a simple learning curve
Ruined by the lack of anything to use
I know in what to say and what to lock away
Pay attention for detentions here to stay
It took so long to find all the answers through the lies
It's been so long that I don't know if it's alright
(?) intrest never fails to impress
Score cards for everyone you were about to dress
Badge of honour true to code and true to form
Burried undereath all these expectations
If there was any kind of picture i could paint for you
I bet you any money that the numbers wouldn't stick
For all i know
Take some credit for myself if I can
walk away from this, so see a happier man
It took so long to find all the answers through the lies
Its been so long that I don't know if its alright
Its alright
Its alright
Its alright
Its alright
Its alright
it took so long to wait until the end.
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Congratulations it's a boy
Buried underneath the afterbirth of joy
Sticks and stones will always break
His bones can barely take the weight
Of your breath breathing down his neck again
Keep it to yourself
You don't need to ask
Everything was golden
Memories will last
Kisses at bedtime never meant
A life that came to represent
Failings that she could not forget again
She could not forget
Breathing down his neck
She could not forget
The price you is never worth
The pain to suffer the abuse
Lie down and sleep
With all your ghosts again
Again, again and again
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Closing folding like a star
Bring you back to see the lights
Bluest water falling down on your skin
On your skin
Keep you eyes locked away
In some lonely place
Don't stop, Don't stop
When the music's over
Crosses made to bare the weight
You never bothered to explain
Questions swim around your head
Keep you eyes locked away
In some lonely place
Don't stop don't stop
When the music's over now
Closing folding like a star
Brings you back to se the lights
Bluest water falling down
On your skin, on your skin
Keep your eyes locked away
In some lonely place
Don't stop don't stop
When the music's over
Now It's over now
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