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Little black numbers
Pushed over steel
Is what you hear
To make you feel free
Little black numbers
Pushed over wood
Is all that you could live for
You are to me
Deeper than souls
Pushed in the ground
Time is a clock
That pushed us together
Makes us feel old
Makes us feel old
Sound pushing down
Sound pushed us down
If heaven and hell
Were both in the same place
Would fences appear
If all the wasps were devils
And bees were the angels
We'd bat them about
We'd bat them about
But bees and wasps
Are just fat men and thin girls
They're just fat men and thin girls
They're just fat men and thin girls
Fat men and thin girls
Fat men and thin girls
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Smoke a galouise at the after show
Even though you gave up a year ago
Think of all the ways to meet your heroes
While she wraps you around her ego
It's lost its charm
Change the scenery round
Pick the colours up town
Where the noise is loud
Now where did my spirit go
You think you would have learnt by now
That broken love can still be bound
You still have the photos she looked her best
When she was with you instead of all of the rest
It's lost its charm
Change the scenery round
Pick the colours up town
Where the noise is loud
Now where did my spirit go
Show me the way I'm sick of waiting
For love to show its head again
White blue and red
My love changed from my head
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Mirrorball
You lit every dark corner
Made the air feel like it was dancing
Your eyes like an old coloured vinyl
Were hiding in grooves a smile
Like a sweet aria
I was searching for something divine
And ended up making the mundane into my shrine
And we all know
A little but we're tricked by the same sense of wanting
Like silence mistaken for knowing
Like a desert's mistaken for sea
Like a tongue has a mother
We belong to each other
We belong to each other
Moonlight
Is so overrated
Complete darkness
Is so embracive
And as we travelled north
There were crows and seagulls
Stood on either side
Like angels and demons
And we knew what we wanted to hear
The wind singing like your sweet aria
And the clouds blew at shadows
Tricked by the same sense of wanting
Like silence mistaken for knowing
Like a desert's mistaken for sea
Like a tongue has a mother
We belong to each other
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If I was left to my own devices
I wouldn't go out in the rain
If I was in a room with all of my vices
You'd never see me again
You sing 'cause you're loosing
The last threads of night
There's no time for dancing
But maybe you might
The sort of song you sing on Sundays
Could be as down as rain
The things I do to get to see you
The random hanging 'round on trains
You sing 'cause you're loosing
The last threads of night
There's no time for dancing
But maybe you might
Pick your three favourite roll necks
And catch the next flight
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Your shadow danced on the side of the train
All I was left with was a memory that was tamed
I know there's no more in you than you
The only thing that could keep us together now is glue
And you daydream and saunter like life was your lover
I know you'll be like that when you're older
You were eyes moving slowly
You were lips that knew their beauty
I was nothing that I really am
Trying to love this man
You daydream
I want the proof
Insulting me more than I insulted you
And you daydream and saunter like life was your lover
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Our lives were like lines on a map
You could measure us by comparison
She found out if she took off her clothes
She could score men by embarrassment
We were nodding dogs in her company
And she hitch hiked through houses
Going nowhere on the sign
But then she'd leave the sign behind
And she said there was no music
Before I came along
They changed my brain
And I made the beatles appear
I made the beatles appear
Out of nowhere
You can drop me off here
Seeing me at the side of the road
With all the wheel trims
You'd guess my old life comes with me a story for you
But I made the beatles
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You chose silence
You chose it more than life
You chose everything that you could
I knew from then more would be had from you
'Cause you blow the life
You blew the light
You blow the life out of her
You sit around
You sit around
Wanting her
To want you back
You don't see yourself as the wolf
You only see her as the girl
You won't be out in the woods
You'll be waiting for her behind the curtains
You don't see the mess you've made
You don't see the life you've taken from her
With every breath you suck in
You're more than the wolf
You're more than the wolf
Suck in like wolf
Suck in, suck in, suck in
Suck in, suck in, suck in
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Driving home from the wedding feeling static
From everything moving
Like the man on his farm who fought for the motorway
To be built on either side
Everywhere tradition draws circles to define
A big round honeymoon a wedding ring a hug from your dad
As you walk in slowly
And waltz back out again
Everywhere tradition draws circles to define
Everywhere tradition draws circles to define
I thought of you all
Up there drawing hearts above their heads
Like plane trails drawn in permanent ink
In permanent ink
Driving home from the wedding
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You said that I'm the best swimmer
You've seen give me a ring
You sat there up on you're high chair
Give me a ring
'Cause I can't swim to the edge
Feel I'm becoming the marie celeste
And there's choosing to live
Instead of changing into a myth
You said I'm better than deceit
So give it a rest
He's somewhere drinking 'til he forgets
Who he really is
He built himself up lonely
Wish his life was as peaceful
As the marie celeste
And there's choosing to live
But he'd love he'd love he'd love to be a myth
And there's fight s on the wall
How come pints are so small
Than three months ago
And there's choosing to live
But it could end any minute so he'll drift he'll drift he'll drift into myth
Into myth, into myth, into myth
Into myth, into myth, into myth
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The streetlights are on for you
Shine behind your curtains
A carnival of cars on wet
Bring shell sounds of oceans
You light your fire
And don't look down
I watch the last light turn off in your flat
And silence the town
I'm inside the dark for you
You're still shining
Look at the mess I've made
The path I've given you
But you light your fire
And don't look down
I watch the last light turn off in your flat
And darken the town
You light your fire
And don't look down
I watch the last light turn off in your flat
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Now is the time to find out why you're buying everything
Now is the time to find out why you sigh at everything
You dress your self up to the top of your knickers
And you smell so good it's like a box of chocolates
But no one takes you home
No one takes you home
You've watched all the romance on the television
It's too much to bear you've got to get a new sort of vision
You've done your best at the gym you've got your lip-gloss on
You're going to the doctors to see if it's a medical problem
'Cause no one takes you home
No one takes you home
It's breakfast, it's lunchtime, it's dinnertime
Spent with all those women's magazines
That tell you you're not as fine as you look
To yourself in the mirror
In the morning when you smile
To get yourself out of the door
To give life why can't life give you some more?
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I've been here before this situation is sold
The form that it takes
And the end result
Your life feels it's been wrote into
The same sad ending
Your heart keeps on holding
For the next script to come in
It's the game you've entered
And life's what you're getting
Life has always been yours
She looked up quick and back down
Like a flash from a light house
He noticed the sea asleep in her eyes
He knew from that point
That this was her gift to him
Movement of the moon
And love with no sad end
It's the game you've entered
And life's what you're getting
Life has always been yours
It's the game you've entered
And life's what you're getting
Life has always been yours
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