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1. | Overture |
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3. | Interlude |
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5. | Interlude |
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7. | Interlude |
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9. | Postlude |
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Five on fire
Raise the bar
We multiply
All the fault you call
Has taken its toll
I jump out the window
(Yea) both eyes open wide
More frequently excuses blowing this place apart
Both repeat when he gets back
I was chasing suns across the circular path
(Take me free, I'm with you, take the pieces)
This is how I feel when I'm all alone
(Talking boy, I'm the voice that won't remind anyone)
Multiply,
(Yea) both eyes open wide
More faking excuses blowing this place apart
Both repeat when he gets back
(Yea) both eyes open wide
More faking excuses blowing this place apart
Both repeat when he gets back
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This box is lovely that I made
You may open up whenever you're lonely
You know, there's nowhere left to go:
You magnify the evidence
It correlates the angles
I'm staring in the wrong direction
Well take back
When it's time for relief it's so...
It's so hard reading you...
Flesh is heretic
My body is a witch
I am burning it
Wake up for this wish
And I resignate
I have seen my fate
I am sinking
Oh, captain I am sinking
Well take back
When it's time for relief it's so...
It's so hard reading you...
For if I leave your empty smile
Explode into four
And on the last I will
For our eyes, one by one
While everybody else could be fighting out
For all this, for all this
Well everybody else could be fighting
For all this, hope for all this, hope for
Secrets and irises open the door
To a pride of lions and murder of crows
No one knows how I begin
But how I'll end...
You're focused in the reason why
I'm far beneath the answer
You're acting like a separation
Well take back
When it's time for relief it's so...
It's so hard reading you...
For if I leave your empty smile
Explode into four and on the last I will
For our eyes, one by one
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(I've been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn't there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
Theres a million ways out of the city
I don't know one
His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths
Suitable for humans, snatching from them.
Then the birds would follow and snatch it back
And they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles
Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill
"Save him, save him", they cried
Looking with horror at the cruel sea far below
We're hanging from our ankles
We're hanging from this spot
We're hanging from our ankles
In four, in four
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land
To form our end
Form
(I've been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn't there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen)
Indeed, a million golden arrows were pointing it out to children
All directed by their friendly sign, who wanted them to destroy their way
Before leaving them for the night.
In an unexplored patch as they rose and they spread,
Black shadows began to dawn on them.
The roar of the seas took prey, this is quite different now
And above all, we'd lost the certainty that you would live
When at last it had been steady again, he found himself alone in the darkness.
We're hanging from our ankles
(Is this exactly what you wished for?)
We're hanging from this spot
(Under it all)
We're hanging from our ankles
(Is this exactly what you wished for?)
In four, in four
(I am through with it all)
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land
To form our end
Form
We're hanging from our ankles
(Is this exactly what you wished for?)
We're hanging from this spot
(Under it all)
We're hanging from our ankles
(Is this exactly what you wished for?)
In four, in four
(I am through with it all)
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land
To form our end
Form
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Before, I would've let you know
Your intentions seem right
For now I feel content with what we've done
For now I feel content with what we've...
Thank you for the answers
At the bottom of that
You said all the things you could say
What about the base runners
We've settled on a distance
It's glorious
It's glorious
This is my reaction to your mistake
Just lead the way to your fate
I'm begging for attention I've opened the door
Your picture frame is cracked
And we've warned you
The picture frame is cracked
I keep on wanting you to find
Your picture frame is cracked
I give one more year
Thank you for the answers
At the bottom of that
You said all the things you could say
What about the base runners
We've settled on a distance
It's glorious
It's glorious
This is my reaction to your mistake
Just lead the way to your fate
I'm begging for attention I've opened the door
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