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Stalled at young modern station
Arthritic conversation
Life has a dead line lately
Allergic and in the news
The clocks are ticking timeless
Dead Dali days behind us
The band is back together
Allergic and in the news
Does it make you cry
When I make you feel so far away
The interviews over
Stuck to the goal
To rescue my skin
I need a different liquor
So sick of getting sicker
And I'm moving back to the country
Allergic and in the news
Does it make you cry
When I make you feel so far away
The interviews over
Stuck to the goal
To rescue my skin
You're so far away
The interviews over
He dreams of tracks and choices
I think I'm hearing voices
Does it make you cry
When I make you feel so far away
The interviews over
Stuck to the goal
To rescue my skin
You're so far away
The interviews over
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Breathing from a hole in my lung
I had no one
But faces in front of me
Racing through the void in my head
To find traces of a good luck academy
Sparks ignite and trade them for thought
About no one
And nothing in particular
Washed the sickened socket and drove
Resent nothing
There's good will inside of me
Wake me up lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I'm a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line
Something I will never forget
I felt desperate
And stuck to the marrow
Invisible to everyone else
I'm a sex change
And a damsel with no heroine
Wake me up lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I'm a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line
I don't need no time to say
There's no changing yesterday
If we keep talking and
I keep walking in straight lines
Wake me up lower the fever
Walking in a straight line
Set me on fire in the evening
Everything will be fine
Waking up strong in the morning
Walking in a straight line
Lately I'm a desperate believer
But walking in a straight line
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If you keep losing sleep over other lovers
If you keep losing me you're gonna be bored
If you're up chimney sweep under rubble covers
If you keep counting sheep and being adored
You're a tombstone in the mud
Playing twister in a bubble again
I need a breath a wind so pure
To dry up the mud over me
To be reborn not born again
Erase my regret from the start
Shot the model
Flaking temporary skin you're no burden
Such reduction
Such seductive silent wine hop scotch trigger
If you keep losing sleep over other lovers
If you keep losing me are you gunna be
If you're up chimney sweep under rubble covers
If you keep losing me
You're a tombstone in the mud
Playing twister in a bubble again
If you keep losing sleep over other lovers
If you keep losing me you're gonna be
If you keep losing sleep over other lovers
If you keep losing me
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In the sun we are found to be
Reflections of a sound
I know it's been far too long in stormy weather
My arrested hope won't choke forever
Like a memory I needed never
We walk wrapped in thought
Some are vacant some have grown too short
It's the only thing I've ever had that keeps me lonely
In the sun we are found to be
Reflections of a sound
When nobody is around
Come down from the waist of time
Feel so empty when I feel so fine
Starting over we could change this light shadow sober
I've been waiting for far too long
Let's stick together
Coz you're keeping me warm but it's a lonely setting sun
I wait so long now my head is full of pressure
I need time to cure my mind
It's like a loop that lasts forever
I've been waiting for far too long
Let's stick together
Coz you're keeping me warm but it's a lonely setting sun
In the sun we are found to be
Reflections of a sound
For nobody
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Those thieving birds
Hang strung from an empty nest
This swan plagued pond
Forsaken and under whelmed
Those leaving words
Hang strong from an emptiness
Hang strong from an emptiness
Those thieving birds
Hang strung from an empty nest
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This is tearing me apart
If the sun won't shine
Forever will never be fine
Underneath the hollow ground
Lies a night time sky
For only a desperate eye
When I'm paranoid I see walls behind walls behind walls
When I'm over joyed I see falls over falls over falls
When I'm all alone I'll be wary and careful to
Only eat with uncles
Never talk to strangers
God is in the kitchen
Faking baby dangers
Change whatever karma means
For the only things that end never truly begin
If this streets air ain't up to par
I'll take my clothes and take this strange behaviour
Not only liked but loved as well
If this streets air ain't up to par
I'll take my clothes and take this strange behaviour
Not only liked but loved as well
If this keeps tearing me apart
The walls come down won't stop this empty feeling
For everything apart from this
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Lonely in life
Dead or alive
If the truth had incursions
No more goodbyes
No more big lies
If the truth had versions
As long as you and I are together
I'll hold onto the jewellery
Like staple strapped clenched fist and tongs
Hang strung from an empty nest
Those thieving birds
Hang strung from an empty nest
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There was a man that knew too much
With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb
His golden touch to ignore the will of time
Had me struck down open to the fact
I was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back
Time is not a moment we're letting slip away
There's nothing left to say it's changing every day
The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey
It's not enough to say that this is my love
He had the anti midas touch
Temporary state of mind
But a chance to die enhances growth
Now I'm trembling all the time
Stumble round making faces on the scene
Scene what what
Stumble round make your faces on your own
Time is not a moment we're letting slip away
There's nothing left to say it's changing every day
The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey
It's not enough to say that this is my love
I'm not your mocking bird
That sings your cellar song
She got a paper run
You're compensated
Can we all gather round on the scene
Can we all move around on our own
Are ya a mover shaker all alone
Time is not a moment we're letting slip away
There's nothing left to say it's changing every day
The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey
It's not enough to say
Time is not a moment we're letting slip away
There's nothing left to say but this is my love
I'm not your mocking bird
That sings your cellar song
She got a paper run to write your letters wrong
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I took advantage
Of a straight believing town
That tore the bandage
And said look who's bleeding now
Are you listening or are you faithless like the others
Long days are almost here
Faded signs for you
I'll be waiting all day
I've be waiting all year
For you it's true
He's been beaten
Might have brought it on himself
So he stopped reading
Every book on mental health
But alls not lost in this tangle like no other
Long days are almost here
Faded signs for you
I'll be waiting all day
I've be waiting all year
For you it's true
Take this dose and go
Whiskey warm September
The faded sign will show
That he still remembers
Long days are almost here
Faded signs for you
I'll be waiting all day
I've be waiting all year
For you it's true
Waiting all day
Waiting all year
I'll be waiting all day
I'll be waiting all year
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I heard a hole in the silence
I saw a crack in the plan but I got lazy ways
You're not a private detective take off your telephone shoes
My thoughts going out of phase
And these are the better days
Still it seems funny
Sticking like honey
Wrote my own article
Now I'm hummin'
She takes pictures through my lazy eyes
And I'm dreamin' girl it's your money
When we're alone and out drivin' ourselves around all the bends
She's got crazy ways
And I'm all woo ooh
Don't know what you want
Don't know what you want
No I'm not a mind reader baby come on
Don't know what you want
Don't know what you want
No I'm not a mind reader baby
I got addictive dependent
I got a cold change of heart
But I got lazy ways
We're all woo ooh
Don't know what you want
Don't know what you want
No I'm not a mind reader baby come on
Don't know what you want
Don't know what you want
No I'm not a mind reader
Mind reader
Mind reader baby come on
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Have you ever been lost
Floating on the ground
Like a fading frost
You've fallen asleep
Next to your bed
And you feel so low
Oh they've stolen your pride
Stand up while your conscience sits aside
I've made up my mind
Half of the time and I feel so low
Stay and hijack the hurt
I feel so low I feel so high
Take a look inside my mind
If the object was clear
There wouldn't be a point
Only godless fear
By the end of July
I wonder will I still feel so low
Oh I am host to a guide
Moving in time
And falling in line
I've made up my mind
The papers are signed
And I feel so low
Stay and hijack the hurt
I feel so low I feel so high
Take a look inside my mind
Once a lover
Never suffer
So far away from here
Feeling hollow
Head to toe so low
Stay and hijack the hurt
I feel so low I feel so high
Take a look inside my mind
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Tomorrow will be another part of yesterday
And yesterday will be another part of the day before
Wait, I hear another song insomnia
About the days I wasn't tired
And doing that "fun retro look"
I stay awake for days
I stay awake for days
But I'd sit awake in daze anyway
I'm a maze of chains
Hey don't use the term accommodation
I won't be there for that and that will never be there for me
And I need to get some sleep slash resolution
About the days I wasn't tired
And doing that "fun retro thing"
I stay awake for days
I stay awake for days
But I'd sit awake in daze anyway
I'm a maze of chains
Over in the corner of a circle
I sleep behind this bedroom
I see "fun retro look"
Dine behind a suitcase in an empty room
It's time to leave millions behind
Hey that's what I took from retro look
I stay awake for days
I stay awake for days
But I'd sit awake in daze anyway
I'm a maze of chains
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Underneath the shelf cracks appear in thick enamel
In this laps excuse for wasting time
I wait for signals shooting stars
I'd scrape through every branch
Coz I need to come down
Underneath the home
I lived in I was a page in someone's book
And know one asked me why
The page was fifteen stories high
I'm underneath that home wondering why
All across the world
There are things we need to forget and forgive
Sometimes we have to try and shed the damage we don't need
Oh justice shake your head
I'm wasting my time
We can break this drought
Wanna tell ya I love ya I need ya in the night
Sometimes I get so full
I wanna tell ya I'm feeling alright
I'm shaken to the bone
And on my way home
Adjust an omen at the door
Singing baby wont you please get a hold without it
And while you sit there on the phone tell me baby
I'm a liar you don't seem to care what I care about and baby it's a shame
To be wasted
All across the world
There are things we need to forget and forgive
Sometimes we have to try and shed the damage we don't need
Oh justice shake your head
I'm on my way home
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