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A Simple Explanation
03:11
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All at once you took me out with this one swinging movement of your sun
Rays reflect golden freckled skin, too much to take, why can’t you leave me alone
I’m looking from a distance while hiding behind a shade
You once said that to live life is to turn and embrace reality
Throw away the fantasies that bind you, bound you to silly ideals
I’m looking from a distance while hiding behind a shade
So don’t you ever slip away, this loneliness is gonna to kill you day by day
You can hide it but I’ll see the fight behind your eyes that fills this empty space
The light, blue TV on the hill, sipping wine or maybe coffee’s such a thrill
Walking alone among the broken fragments, still so lost, can’t you find your way back home, don’t you ever feel afraid
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Fishes falling from the sky, liberating you and I
Amphibian cows moo tonight, the frogs are laughing while we die
Why must we share this air with romance, silence screeching through my head
Yet all remains, nothing’s made, no one’s ever said a thing, fuckin’ no one cared
No one cared, fuckin’ no one cared
Three hundred people in the sky, spotted donkeys, zebras cry
Why must we share this air with romance, silence screeching through my head
Yet all remains, nothing’s made, no one’s ever said a thing, fuckin’ no one cared
No one cared, fuckin’ no one cared
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Cards Everywhere
04:34
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Maybe now or not cause I’m getting the feel of knowing that you’ll never want me around
Wrote a note, spilled my soul, got nowhere to go now that I’ve laid it out for you to know
I took a number, waited in the queue
I never once thought that you’d be cruel
Just like the time I carried all your books, you never turned up like you said that afternoon
Too scared to ask if you will be this day my valentine
Your locker’s bursting with cards everywhere, signed little hearts and scribbly words
I’ll even rent me a tuxedo if that’s gonna make you laugh, you bet I will
It’s 4 o’clock, got my phone and I’m ready to go, psyched myself up just to make this call
Penned it down, memorised, practiced with a mirror, I might flunk but hey I’ll take my chances
I took a number, waited in the queue
I never once thought that you’d be cruel
Just like the time I carried all your books, you never turned up like you said that afternoon
Too scared to ask if you will be this day my valentine
Your locker’s bursting with cards everywhere, signed little hearts and scribbly words
I’ll even rent me a tuxedo if that’s gonna make you laugh, you bet I will
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4. |
Bedroom Eyes
03:08
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Here we go, wishing the night away
These scrapbooks as sharp as your small tender faith
Every tide has a way to hide
Surrealistic shadows belt and flush away
Behind these bedroom eyes
Drunk tales left behind
Elude yourself, wait for a sign
The perfect crime of perpetual madness
We displaced these lies perfected in this frame
Every tide has got a way to hide
Surrealistic shadows belt and flush away
Behind these bedroom eyes
Drunk tales left behind
Elude yourself, wait for a sign
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5. |
All That We Wasted
03:39
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All the tears we wasted, the long lost years, it’s easy to forget things, they mean nothing, can’t back up empty words
Locked up in your castle high, you tore my love out every time I said a word, a victory right back into your hell
Somebody warned me misery will follow everywhere we turn, between the vile filled hatred words
This hail of a rain that’s blowing in, this weight of doubt did sink us deep and now we’re afloat with half filled faith
Enigmatic moments we once had, was blind to feel the touch of pure sunshine, the magic of ourselves
Of a million destinies, we came out screaming self indulgence, young and stupid, we let this beautiful slip through our veins
Somebody warned me misery will follow everywhere we turn, between the vile filled hatred words
This hail of a rain that’s blowing in, this weight of doubt did sink us deep and now we’re afloat with half filled faith
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6. |
Art In The Firing Squad
04:43
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There’s nowhere I’d rather be but in this limousine
Got a book on some spells but doesn’t teach much anyway
Let’s put em’ in a cell in front of a firing squad
As they choke on their small words, art in the firing squad
Literally it’s just pleasant thoughts all day to suit your will
If you wanna loosen up the restraints they’re never locked
Let’s put em’ in a cell in front of a firing squad
As they choke on their small words, art in the firing squad
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Drunk For Days
04:08
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The scarlett of disdain starts to shadow, make believe your tragedy starts tomorrow
We curled our pinkies into perpetual swears, held these migraines like we didn’t care
Pleaded while we burned marsh mellows to the ground, rest my case and I turned towards the clouds
We curled our pinkies into perpetual swears, held these migraines like we didn’t care
Trying to not think of your name out loud, I broke this silence when I hit the ground
Cause I’ve been falling down
As sleeping pills seduce my brain, the edge of this letter head
Laid to bare a new restraint, another hundred days
Basking in the moonshine love, strung out drunk for days
Dealt my cards and stretched my faith, the nights of going insane
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Just One Moment
02:34
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Love the way your hair it flows, whenever summer breezes blow
I’m gazing in, out from a maze, my chapters falling into place
Like pieces of a puzzle here, you fitted perfect in my arms
Every hour’s an endless day, surrounded by the things I hate
The sparkle in your eyes still shine, behind those glasses without trying
We chose to leave things as they were, maybe it’s better this way
Turned to the sky, the beauty of a million thoughts between us
Found myself dreaming on end cause all I need’s just one moment
Just one moment to tell you, just one moment, I love you
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Belgian Echoes
05:03
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Break, break a new born world today, let the moon decide again, your suicide at play
Doing wonders for your soul, drinking calcium pills for bones, an eternity in place
And now this desert moon don’t shine in far places of strange small things
So in the sulphur light we’ll play and in the bloodbath skies we’ll reign
Drink, down a gallon of your sin, weeping echoes of your dreams, lay beside you as you sleep
Screaming echoes, kill the king, snapped a bridge inside your teeth as they look from six feet deep
And now this desert moon don’t shine in far places of strange small things
So in the sulphur light we’ll play and in the bloodbath skies we’ll reign
Broke a bridge inside your teeth, color coding as you bleed deep inside you as they dream
Doing wonders for your soul, drinking calcium pills for bones, an eternity in place
And now this desert moon don’t shine in far places of strange small things
So in the sulphur light we’ll play and in the bloodbath skies we’ll reign
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10. |
Meant To Be Real
03:24
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Remember how we used to talk about all that’s happened on the bus
Those little stories, we adored, we sold our hearts for one too short
We found excuses for everything to sit by the letterbox and talk
For hours maybe more, we had something, we’d let it go
We had something, we’d let it go
We made up things, we laughed about the way we wore our fringes out
Times like these can’t be replaced, so pure, so true, didn’t even count
So pure, so true, didn’t even count
Sad I can’t recall everything, these men in coats say I’d forget
In time to come these memories, please hold my hand before it sets
How nice things were back then to live each day without pretend
There was no reason not to be anything but more than friends
We made a promise on the swings that one day, we’ll come to be
Take these masks off everything we’re meant to see, meant to be real
We’re meant to see, meant to be real
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