1. |
55 ways to lie
03:07
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I shouldn't of said
I'm sorry
I'll call you tomorrow,
for your feelings to borrow.
your loss without sorrow,
I'll laugh tomorrow.
Open casket burial
of your dreams,
I'll watch them sink underground
without a sound.
But my eyes can't hide a lie
unlike yours, hiding an unchained bore
that would rip my life apart even more,
the clocks stop
at our seconds.
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2. |
Nothing left to say
02:08
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I've seen enough,
time to look the other way.
I'll burn these red gloves,
well night turns into day.
What did you expect my love?
Words like needles in hay?
I've seen enough,
there is nothing left to say.
I'll burn these red gloves,
well night turns into day.
What did you expect my love?
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3. |
Organ malfunktion
03:00
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Above the clouds,
in an invisible toll booth.
Its where I find
my seldom told truth.
I never wanted to be alone,
I only wanted truth to be shown.
In my dreams,
I find I'm losing my teeth,
when my thoughts have seemed to retreat.
I never wanted to be alone,
I only wanted truth to be shown.
Like a bullet to the bone,
we'll let truth be known.
We'll let it course
through the veins and lights
of this wide city.
I never wanted to be alone,
I only wanted truth to be shown.
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4. |
Feared & fearless
03:49
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Take this as a warning
we are not in mourning.
We walk the streets,
invisible suits drift on by,
like floats in cyclical parade.
A lonely escapade,
traveling across the antartic,
without a coat to guard ya
from the frigid cold.
Steaming from the water's surface below,
just another dream drifitng out your window.
This facet though seldom seen, is deemed to be put between my dreams and me.
There is no ground I can't cross.
There is no land which makes me lost,
no matter what the cost.
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5. |
Six foot three
01:46
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And if I fall
I know you'll call for me.
A million years ahead,
sinking right in front of me.
Poison eats away the minutes and pain.
And if there is a brawl
I know you'll fight for me.
A star's shoot instead
light years ahead of me.
The captors followed you
from a young age
always marking the height
for a fitting cage.
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6. |
Apologies to mr.moon
01:55
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Resistance is a way life,
today.
Every star on the banner
falls off.
Shaken to the core,
and the ground will crack
if you look back,
memories will turn to ash.
I can't apologize for what I haven't done,
I think its funny that you approach me with a gun.
I can't apologize for what I haven't done,
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7. |
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Does anybody have a problem here?
Should I know?
Knuckles bruise from a pillow case,
pain stains the radio.
Looking down at an empty cup,
Happiness is not around the road.
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8. |
Momentorium
01:31
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Indian fishin' in the streams,
within my dreams.
Deep beneath the pier's beams,
life is more beautiful, then it seems.
For you and me, life is more beautiful then it seems.
I woke up in a hazy grey,
pulled down the shades.
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9. |
Cold bones can't dance
02:14
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Life in a hazy shade of grey.
Countin' all the needles in hay.
Dreamin' through the depths of your days,
I think that this'll all end so smoothly.
Like a silent movie,
Silence.
Then curtains draw,
and fin,
thats the end.
Rifle slings made of sticks and stones,
These cold bones can't dance anymore.
Dig me up from my cold grave,
I want to feel the warmth today.
Countin' sheep ain't fun to do all day,
well you sleep your days away in a hazy shade of grey.
Rifle slings made of sticks and stones,
these cold bones can't dance anymore.
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10. |
Merry we meet
02:43
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Where have all the flowers gone?
To young girls, every one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the girls gone,
gone to young men every one.
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone to soldiers every one.
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
Merry we meet
between the sheets
our thoughts stuck on repeat.
One by one we turn over
growing a four leaf clover.
Our minds are far from sober.
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one.
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers every one.
When will they ever learn,
when will they ever learn?
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