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| 1. |
| 4:33 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:51 |
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| 3. |
| 6:02 |
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| 4. |
| 3:41 |
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| 5. |
| 7:35 |
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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| 7. |
| 4:30 | 
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She's here to test the future man
With x-ray eyes for every plan Don't try to compromise her views She'll win the day and make the news Sometimes her cycle makes her sick But she's too quick to keep it down She's dressed for flight, the perfect night A silver stream walked into town And in her eyes A simple cure For young or old, for rich or poor When everything she saw was her and of her mind Would she bathe in all what was good until all else believed she's blind Making her choices with her emotions She begged stability while she stirred the world's commotions She was shocked. Door was locked. Now it's opened up and pours the truth in to her cups See... Life in the palm of her hands Youth in the palm of her hands Balance in the palm of her hands Truth in the palm of her hands Life in the palm of her hands Youth in the palm of her hands Balance in the palm of her hands Truth in the palm of her hands She lives her life the way it came Summer's tease and learn to pain Played her games in city streets To taste the life she longed to keep Sometimes her cycle made her sick But she was quick to keep her poise She blew her top and caused a tidal wave to drown the world in noise But in a thought, she would forgive And granted need, to light, to live |
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| 8. |
| 3:20 |
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| 9. |
| 4:27 |
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Listen ends again into the desert street,
A strange kind of violence And like a legend creeping down the alleyways, It waves a hand to silence All though we're not aware, there is a presence there Until we hear them teasing Spitting curses, verses from the sacred books of long forgotten reason Silken suits, the clicks of heels, The midnight hour long decayed The spirit moves till busker plays Till he wishes he could never played But the street wise listen While the wet roads glisten Don't know what you're missing I wouldn't carry you through this tonight But the melody's here and the beats are all right And though there's a risk from the street hood, In the mist of the rain we can feel good All though we're not aware, There is a presence there, Until we see teasing Stealing time in motor grime working like a lamp through the vampire season Heaven, soothe, power versus dancers in to a groove Moves through the inner sun with shinning proof You've carried all the blessing you can see That you were getting what you fear Love lies close to all the hate you could've reared Blue skies always under cloud that disappears You've died too, but wrong thing, hear the song bring proof Under life's wing, many cycling truth A lover's fight, the blues patrol, She tries to keep the cash she made Out on the streets since twilight, Now she's wishing that she never stayed But the street wise listen While the wet roads glisten Don't know what you're missing Boys from the bar spilling out Climbs into the car without a shadow of a doubt Boys hit a drunk on the street, Passenger screams as he flies from the seat Lives in a tangle or worse, Lift from the pipe of the night in a hearse Lives in a gamble or more, A lift from the plain day A lift from the plain day And the truth will set you free From the broken lamp lying at the corner of a memory Treasures to be found Yes this is your town (x2) I guess this is your town Yes this is your town |
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| 10. |
| 4:53 |
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| 11. |
| 3:21 |
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| 12. |
| 5:21 |
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| 13. |
| 6:11 |
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| 14. |
| 6:50 |
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Fall into line. I clocked the card today
Conveyer whizzes past my hands The supervisor spies a quiet corner Thinks he better warn a peace says in his plans Assemble pieces of the nucleic craze Conveyer quizzes the pneumatic mind And while we're working are we seeking different thoughts Spinning wheels away the pennies we can find Design the future from the scraps you find Display emotion with a toxic bloom The new machine is up and running now And in less time it prints the labels, good as new Overdue or over done, before we crawl we try to run And that's the all we try to reach Before we learn we try to teach A kind of dance-too close to find Who sees the generation with their souls in mind? We let off steam from the magnetic coil Then we use a spark to raise the precious oil The supervisor spies, the traffic queues The news says we could loose while all the rivers boil Should we leave them to devices, they would price things way too high When I greet a man en route who claims I'm sentenced to comply You're in the wrong zone. You've found the wrong place. So take your dreams home. You need to interface. And could you pull the thread unwrap the cloak to leave him bare? See the truth before illusions that is in despair A solid corpse, too sure to hide Who shields the generations from the coming tide? Opinions are opinions are opposed until they prove But even when well founded the astounded won't be moved So take the feeling high. Just let the feelings fly. From macrocosm to the microscopic world of me A force instills a life, who knows how long a life would be? Envelope, attack, decay, release We'll let this reign and thus sustain a kind of peace |
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