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Seaweed
04:07
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Done with your sad eyes
Prison that you sold me
Good for nothing romance
With a danger like you
Well, I'm bringing back home
Everything you lost and the chances
Thinking bout where everyone said that they would go
Yeah, and they still owe you
Yeah, well all on my own feeling like the windmills do
Yeah, well out of my head bashed, brazen and blue
Beginning now to realise
Everything is old age
You can keep your story
The things that bother you
I got a colour I paint
When everything is bled and the sun has gone grey
Thinking bout the drops that rain on your parade
It's the colour I choose
Yeah, well all on my own feeling like the windmills do
Yeah, well out of my head bashed, brazen and blue
Yeah, well all on my own feeling like the windmills do
Yeah, out of my head without you
Feeling right down, feeling on the back foot
Coming back up, mistakes are hatchets
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2. |
Shadowboxing
04:25
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I been watching the way you do it
Shadowboxing and night swimming
Feel a little let down by the tide that's turned around
You've had a little red wine calm the shaking ground
Well now maybe it's degraded to a point that's not enough
And that somewhere in the bathroom I left all my pride untouched
And I'd pack it in a suitcase and leave a note not saying much,
except "You know that I know, and now I'm gone"
Tip-toeing through the front door
Moon howling and knife fighting
I think I better let go, of the times that cast a stone
A fickle faded photo, i'm doing want I'm told
Well now maybe it's degraded to a point that's not enough
And that somewhere in the bathroom I left all my pride untouched
And I'd pack it in a suitcase and leave a note not saying much,
except "You know that I know, and now I'm gone"
I wake up from dreaming
The colour runs, and it was all a show
Now our house is burning
I spend my time deeply digging holes
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3. |
Our Devil
03:33
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In the middle of making a valid point, I forget I'm talking
Sick and tired of talking myself around and the walls I'm climbing
I been pulling a seven tonne weight of me, in the shape of worry
Chalking lines of nights they partly stole, and I hear they're sorry
Feels like the sun wont rise for you
What you know of where you are
Take your tangles and a knife
An we'll watch our devil die
Writing letters to strangers i'll never know, to make the world understand
I'll stay home and struggle with my reprieve, I'm not leaving my house again
Feels like the sun wont rise for you
What you know of where you are
Take your tangles and a knife
An we'll watch our devil die
Inside my head I'm a million to one, I'm a million to one and I still am
Inside my head I'm a million to one, I'm a million to one and I still am
Inside my head I'm a million to one, I'm a million to one and I still
Feels like the sun wont rise for you
What you know of where you are
Take your tangles and a knife
An we'll watch our devil die
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In The Street
04:00
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In the street, where I live
There's some bones in a mess
Don't belong, in this care
And what I know, wont bend
In the street, where we talk
There's a knife, in the dark
Coming on down, you know I need it
Kick it down, we'll go, I'll go
Coming on down, you know I need it
Kick it down, we'll go, I go
Coming on down, you know I need it
Kick it down, we'll go, I go
Coming on down, you know I need it
Kick it down, we'll go, I go, well I go.. I well I go... Well I go
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