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drop in the ocean
01:02
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They're side by side, beating six feet under
they're decapitating their roses.
She's feeling happy and elated
to be so down and so deflated.
They're spitting at the world, the world is spinning
to the rhythm of their black parade,
and while the sheep kill each other over chocolate coins
they shake their heads and turn away.
'I'm a broken angel angel, I'm a fallen star;
I'm a screw loose, I know how right you are.
I'll drown myself in the misery, a drop in the ocean never went that far.
I'll drown myself in the misery, a drop in the ocean never went that far.'
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2. |
now and then
03:45
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Silent message in the night,
take it easy, hold it tight,
and you can stay inside.
You know you haven't done any wrong
and you are so bloody strong.
But now and then you lose your grip
and then you need an easy place to fall.
And why the hell do you treat yourself
they way you'd never treat a friend?
Candle burning in the night,
curtains keep the dark outside.
Steady keep it warm and bright,
but you still need to find the light
and these things can take their time.
But now and then you lose your grip
and then you need an easy place to fall.
And why the hell do you treat yourself
they way you'd never treat a friend?
You're wearing overcoats of loving him instead,
'cause breaking down in silence is as good as being dead.
You walk in circles; don't wanna be square,
the colours and the textures you loved
no longer there.
But now and then you lose your grip
and then you need an easy place to fall.
And why the hell do you treat yourself
they way you'd never treat a friend?
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3. |
fear of flying
03:21
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Your flight is now boarding,
you've figured out that there's no way to wriggle out of this one.
Your plane is now leaving,
and now you know that there'll be no more time to look around you.
So will you please take your seat,
comb your hair and brush your teeth?
This is what we want from you.
No more time for playing games,
time for us to take the reigns,
and we'll take you away.
When a bird flies, why do we fly higher
when we love the ground?
This doesn't feel right, I know my eyes are tired
but I know the sound.
Leave the ground behind.
It's time to fly,
you'll be so high.
Keep behind the line.
You've had your time.
It's nice inside.
Let's talk about the weather.
So sit down with a cup of tea,
read about the coral reefs,
there is nothing you can do.
And strap yourself for the ride
as you leave the ground behind.
We're all running for our lives.
When a bird flies, why do we fly higher
when we love the ground?
This doesn't feel right, I know my eyes are tired
but I know the sound.
When a bird flies, why do we fly higher
when we love the ground?
This doesn't feel right, I wish that I'd tried harder
when I heard the sound.
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4. |
work shoes
02:58
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White painted bricks on Friday night
and she's second-guessing my heart.
It's taking way too much time,
my work shoes are falling apart.
It gets tough when the evening's getting dark
and no one's there but your shadow
and the bags under my eyes.
Little mockingbird,
I didn't skip a word.
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Why am I angry when there's nothing wrong?
Live in my bedroom, play that bloody song again and again.
Open a window, shout at a screen.
I'm feeling lazy 'cause this place always smells of half past three.
And this old town's a roundabout,
take me home, I'm crying dust
and waiting for the tears to fall, and start it all again.
I'll do my washing, I'll make my bed.
There's no one watching as I pull all the lyrics from my head.
Blue and red.
It's getting ugly. Pouring down again.
I've always liked the way the trees can shake off all the rain.
And this old town's a roundabout,
take me home, I'm crying dust
and waiting for the tears to fall, and start it over.
This old town's a roundabout,
take me home, I'm crying dust
and waiting for the tears to fall, and start it over.
This old town's a roundabout,
hold my breath and cover both my eyes.
I"m picking at these scabs to try and find some bloody words,
take a picture when it hurts. I hope it hurts.
And this old town's a roundabout,
take me home, I'm crying dust
and waiting for the tears to fall, and start it over.
This old town's a roundabout,
take me home, I'm crying dust
and waiting for the tears to fall, and start it all again.
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