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Young Man's Line
01:12
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Do you really think the universe gives a fuck about your life,
or do you still cling on to myth they sold you of plain and clear sight
see it how you want to see and hold to what you can,
whatever makes you happy, whatever makes you sad
This is not your year, and it’s not mine so stop pretending that it cares
your lost among the gaps my friend, and no one hears your prayers
we’ll sing our song and we’ll dance our dance and its beautiful and ours
we don’t need faith to see the sun shine, we don’t need glitter for the stars
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2. |
This Time
05:59
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The great pretense is our defense, its easier for it not to matter than it is to care.
and everywhere I look I see, slaves, and lazy minds, and fragmented time
shadows of suburbia, cast lines that shake and disturb and her, the figure of innocent truth we left behind.
To lye among the lilly pads, her floating dress magnificent, the hallmark of indifference, the crazy woman in the attic with the wicked stare
The irish man sits on the sand, a dog goes by along with life and history
school was a flash that no one saw, I remember it all, the dirty filthy hallway
Ideas lost whilst we search for ticks, empty boxes are for dicks, and damsels
half awake and half blind
they operate on hungry margins, never lacked but always starving, harbinger and loiterers sing lord, sing thank you, sing god, sing it all again
This time it will be different I swear, this time
lets mistake ambition for greed and man the tide
lets fall for the traps we set and walk the line
this time it will be different I swear, this time
Lo, behold, the wave of white, and black is the sun and the moon that stems the tide
around the corner is the best of us, always was and always is, and will be
anarchic fiends lie on dirty sheets, they kiss each others hands and feet, and boy do they scream, in pleasure and in in love
love for the light that brought them here, not for serenades not for deathly cheers, just deep and profound climactic jeers, let the morning in through the window and exhale
lets dance around the wire fence, beware the apple tree that it protects
first comes the innocent, then taste, and disobedience, its the best way
death is for the unimaginative, heaven for them that refuse to live, salvation is a synonym of coward.
the lights in here are blinding, effervescent, smiling, gather up all your ghosts and sing lord, and sing forgiveness, and sing god, and sing it all again.
This time it will be different I swear, this time
Lets call interference kindness, and smile
breathe life into the death ledger, and sigh
This time it will be different I swear, this time.
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3. |
Phantom
04:54
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You drag me out in to the hallway
and tell me what I need to know
That there are things in this world,
you can’t explain they just hurt,
its like they are ingrained into your soul
And tears running your face
And i’m all concerned and I care
So I brush your hair out of your eyes and i smile,
and I say its okay, the pain we can share
But oh no you don’t understand
it’s not me its you,
we’ve doing this thing a long time, in circles
I’m done with it, and you should be too
And I’m back in your banged up old car
and were out on a midnight drive
pull over in an empty car parks,
making out beneath the glow of the streetlights
And it must seem kind of pathetic
the way I call you up and I cry
but all it takes is the sound of your voice, to remind me
that it was all such a waste of time
I cant help but look backwards,
because ahead seems like the strangest of things
A semi-altered reality,
my phantom limb, you've clipped my wings
Its not that I need you, but I want you
I want you to listen to how I feel
I want it on my terms, I want to make you hurt
didn’t see it coming, so it didn’t seem real
And I’m back in your banged up old car
and were out on a midnight drive
pull over in an empty car parks,
making out beneath the glow of the streetlights
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4. |
Kings
02:43
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There's nothing really left for us to do
still got some of your cd's lying in my room
I went and wore your shirt to work today
and I think i'll hang on to it if that's okay
we've still got the photographs somewhere
that one with the wind flying through your hair
let's keep hold of what we can, so that we'll know
there is more to life than loss and letting go
the curtains rise and the children sing
and they sing their little hearts right out
they sing of thought and of golden things
and they sing their little hearts right out
eyes glaze and ears ring
and they sing their little hearts right out
they push out their chests and stand up like kings
and they sing their little hearts right out
I hope it's not too long before you call
I've still got the things you made me hanging on your wall
I'd like one day to laugh with you and smile
about how we got through the worst of it with style
to let it turn sour is the biggest mistake
it's not a way to heal only a way to ache
because memories will fade but feelings change
no-one ever tears out their favourite page.
the curtains rise and the children sing
and they sing their little hearts right out
they sing of thought and of golden things
and they sing their little hearts right out
eyes glaze and ears ring
and they sing their little hearts right out
they push out their chests and stand up like kings
and they sing their little hearts right out
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5. |
Just a Man
03:17
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Ridiculous
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