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Soaked to the Bone
06:05
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If it's just enough to calm you, it's just enough to keep you down.
Aching to the marrow, drinking from the bottle.
Honestly dishonest, breaking every promise.
Moving in a circle, moving in the dark.
Lying through my teeth.
I've lost all will to move on, 'Soaked to the Bone' now feels like home.
If it's just enough to calm you, it's just enough to keep you down.
Gone until the morning, waking every evening.
Stumbling and falling, on my knees and crawling.
Moving in a circle, moving in the dark.
Lying through my teeth.
I've lost all will to move on, 'Soaked to the Bone' now feels like home.
'Course I know it's wrong, of course I know it's dangerous,
For oneself to drift along because he doesn't want to face it.
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I guess it's no surprise we'd go our seperate ways;
we were so young after all, though still so young today.
From time to time I wonder where you are and how you've been,
or quietly reflect on the time that we had spent.
Who'd have thought tonight you'd serve as my muse,
when in the last eight years or so I've barely seen you?
And now it's like we're on opposite sides of the world.
You and I don't look the same, but let me ask you something:
Does your heart still beat the same?
From the last time that I saw you I can't recall a single thing,
save we only spoke in passing on a hotel balcony.
But from the first time that we met I still remember everything,
your smile and brightly coloured knitted cardigan.
Through the nights we learned to smoke, drink, love and laugh,
But, in the echoes of our laughter, learned how lovers fall apart.
And now it's like we're on opposite sides of the world.
You and I don't look the same, but let me ask you something:
Does your heart still beat the same?
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Sad Morning
02:46
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Another sunny Monday, for me to wake up all alone,
in the late afternoon, to an all but empty home.
Bothered by the light peeking past the blinds,
I fight against the urge to close my eyes.
Head hung low, like a street-lamp over the road;
a broken globe that shattered long ago.
I guess it saves me from a slow day dragging,
but these lazy, late-day hours leave me longing for the morning;
to hear the birds smother the air in all their song,
vacate the sheets and greet the rising sun.
Head hung low, like a street-lamp over the road;
a broken globe that shattered long ago.
Sad, sad morning.
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No Place Like Home
04:35
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I shed my skin, for skin is not enough to hide my sorrow or my shame.
I bear the forked and flicking tongue of a lying snake.
Dancing in the fire again, this Hell is all I know.
But to the flame burning in my soul there's no place like home.
I drain my blood, for blood is not enough to keep myself contained.
I share the form, and reckless thoughts, of a man who has lost his way.
Dancing in the fire again, this Hell is all I know.
But to the flame burning in my soul there's no place like home.
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The Rain
03:23
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"Can you hear the rain where you are,
extinguishing the last of Summer and tending to the thirsty earth outside,
as grey clouds conceal the sunlight?"
"Where I am the rain cannot be heard.
Far too great a distance lies between us to witness the same Moon and Sun,
or any weather phenomenon."
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Songbird
05:18
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Old winds were blowing out in the cold, out in this Winter I'm all alone.
On this long and winding road the callous air chills my bones.
I thought I'd find you down by the shore, back in that Summer, at least I'd hoped.
Lost in December's midday glow, your smile sings a familiar song...
Oh, there's a songbird perched in a tree, chirping his tune so peacefully.
Autumn through Winter, Summer from Spring, year in and year out, I can hear him sing.
There is a song that I'd much like to hear, one I remember from a distant year;
One that resembles that songbird's plea, if I do recall it went something like this...
Oh, silence I wish to sleep, oh, Summer I wish to see.
Oh, Slumber I wish to dream, Oh, Songbird I wish to sing.
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Fool In Love
03:34
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Set up the pieces just to throw them away.
Set up a game I know you know I'll play.
All by myself, alone, I'm someone else.
Nothing more, nothing less; I guess I'm just your fool, in love.
You're falling, love.
Light up the candles just to blow out the flames.
Make all these promises you know I know you'll break.
All by myself, alone, I'm someone else.
Nothing more, nothing less; I guess I'm just your fool, in love.
You're falling, love.
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Just a Boy
02:52
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I used to hear you knocking, and now it's like you're banging down my door.
I used to hear you talking, and now it's like you're shouting all your words.
How cruel a world, to gift me with you, in a time when I was so young and foolish?
I was just a boy.
You used to speak so softly, a road that I could trail along with ease.
You used to sing so sweetly, but now your melodies all scream profanity.
How cruel a world, to gift me with you, in a time when I was so young and foolish?
I was just a boy.
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The Grey
06:34
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Oh no, don't go to waste.
No, don't go running away.
Rest your head and wash away all of the grey
you've accumulated throughout your days.
Oh no, don't go to waste, we'll find a better way.
No, don't go running away, we'll find a better place
to rest your head and wash away all of the grey
you've accumulated throughout your days.
Fall into my arms, dive into the comfort.
Rid yourself of worry and reattain your colour.
Oh no, don't go to waste.
No, don't go running away to become the grey.
Fall into my arms, dive into the comfort.
Rid yourself of worry and reattain your colour.
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Outsider
03:42
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You're so beautiful, with the way that your hair falls down your neck and to the side,
and the way your collar dips to catch my eye.
You're so beautiful, but I'm afraid, with the fire in my hands I'll burn you,
and our bridges too.
Or with the tide against my back, I'll break upon the shore and surely break you,
Outsider.
You're so beautiful, with the way that your world circles around my sun,
and gives meaning to my moon, orbiting you.
You're so beautiful, but I'm afraid, with the fire in my hands I'll burn you,
and our bridges too.
Or with the tide against my back, I'll break upon the shore and surely break you,
Outsider.
You're so beautiful, and I'm just me.
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