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| 3:11 | 
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Stalled at young modern station
Arthritic conversation Life has a dead line lately Allergic and in the news The clocks are ticking timeless Dead Dali days behind us The band is back together Allergic and in the news [Chorus] Does it make you cry When I make you feel so far away? The interview's over Stuck to the goal To rescue my skin I need a different liquor So sick of getting sicker And I'm moving back to the country Allergic and in the news [Chorus] You're so far away The interview's over He dreams of tracks and choices I think I'm hearing voices [Chorus] |
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| 2. |
| 4:18 |
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Breathing from a hole in my lung I had no one But faces in front of me Racing through the void in my head To find traces of a good luck academy ooh~... Sparks ignite and trade them for thought About no one And nothing in particular Washed the sickened socket and drove Resent nothing There`s good will inside of me ooh... Wake me up lower the fever Walking in a straight line Set me on fire in the evening Everything will be fine Waking up strong in the morning Walking in a straight line Lately I`m a desperate believer But walking in a straight line instrumental break/ Something I will never forget I felt desperate And stuck to the marrow Invisible to everyone else I`m a sex change And a damsel with no heroine ooh... Wake me up lower the fever Walking in a straight line Set me on fire in the evening Everything will be fine Waking up strong in the morning Walking in a straight line Lately I`m a desperate believer But walking in a straight line I don`t need no time to say There`s no changing yesterday If we keep talking & I keep walking in straight lines instrumental break/ Wake me up lower the fever Walking in a straight line Set me on fire in the evening Everything will be fine Waking up strong in the morning Walking in a straight line Lately I`m a desperate believer But walking in a straight line... instrumental till end |
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| 3. |
| 3:21 |
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[Chorus]
If you keep losing sleep over other lovers If you keep losing me, you're gonna be bored If you're up chimney, sweep under rubble covers If you keep counting sheep and being adored You're a tombstone in the mud Playing twister in a bubble again I need a breath, a wind so pure To dry up the mud over me To be reborn, not born again Erase my regret from the start Shot the model Flaking temporary skin, you're no burden Such reduction Such seductive silent wine, hop scotch trigger [Chorus] You're a tombstone in the mud Playing twister in a bubble again If you keep losing sleep over other lovers If you keep losing me, you're gonna be If you keep losing sleep over other lovers If you keep losing me |
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| 4. |
| 4:09 |
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In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound...
I know it`s been far too long in stormy weather My arrested hope won`t choke forever Like a memory I needed never We walk wrapped in thought Some are vacant some have grown too short It`s the only thing I`ve ever had that keeps me lonely In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound When nobody is around In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound When nobody is around Come down from the waist of time Feel so empty when I feel so fine Starting over we could change this light shadow sober I`ve been waiting for far too long Let`s stick together Coz u`re keeping me warm but it`s a lonely setting sun In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound When nobody is around In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound When nobody is around I wait so long now my head is full of pressure I need time to cure my mind It`s like a loop that lasts forever I`ve been waiting for far too long Let`s stick together Coz u`re keeping me warm but it`s a lonely setting sun In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound When nobody is around In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound When nobody is around In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound For nobody... In the sun we are found to be reflections of a sound for nobody... instrumental till end |
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| 5. |
| 7:26 | 
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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There was a man that knew too much
With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb His golden touch to ignore the will of time Had me struck down open to the fact I was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back Time is not a moment we're letting slip away There's nothing left to say it's changing every day The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey It's not enough to say that this is my love He had the anti midas touch Temporary state of mind But a chance to die enhances growth Now I'm trembling all the time Stumble round making faces on the scene Scene what what Stumble round make your faces on your own Time is not a moment we're letting slip away There's nothing left to say it's changing every day The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey It's not enough to say that this is my love I'm not your mocking bird That sings your cellar song She got a paper run You're compensated Can we all gather round on the scene Can we all move around on our own Are ya a mover shaker all alone Time is not a moment we're letting slip away There's nothing left to say it's changing every day The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey It's not enough to say Time is not a moment we're letting slip away There's nothing left to say but this is my love I'm not your mocking bird That sings your cellar song She got a paper run to write your letters wrong |
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| 7. |
| 4:29 |
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I took advantage
Of a straight believing town That tore the bandage And said, look who's bleeding now Are you listening, or are you faithless like the others? [Chorus] Long days are almost here Faded signs for you I'll been waiting all day I've been waiting all year For you, it's true He's been beaten Might have brought it on himself So he stopped reading Every book on mental health But all's not lost in this tangle like no other [Chorus] Take this dose and go Whiskey warm September The faded sign will show That he still remembers [Chorus] Waiting all day Waiting all year I'll be waiting all day I'll be waiting all year |
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| 8. |
| 3:07 |
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I heard a hole in the silence
I saw a crack in the plan, but I got lazy ways You're not a private detective Take off your telephone shoes My thought's going out of phase And these are better days Still, it seems funny Sticking like honey Wrote my own article Now I'm humming She takes pictures Through my lazy eyes And I'm dreaming Girl, it's your money When we're alone, and out driving Ourselves around all the bends She's got crazy ways And I'm all woo Don't know what you want Don't know what you want No, I'm not a mind reader, baby, come on Don't know what you want Don't know what you want No, I'm not a mind reader, baby I got addictive dependent I got a cold change of heart But I got lazy ways We're all woo Don't know what you want Don't know what you want No, I'm not a mind reader, baby, come on Don't know what you want Don't know what you want No, I'm not a mind reader Mind reader Mind reader, baby, come on |
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| 9. |
| 3:48 |
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Have you ever been lost
Floating on the ground Like a fading frost? You've fallen asleep Next to your bed And you feel so low Oh, they've stolen your pride Stand up while your conscience sits aside I've made up my mind Half of the time, and I feel so low [Chorus] Stay and hijack the hurt I feel so low, I feel so high Take a look inside my mind If the object was clear There wouldn't be a point Only godless fear By the end of July I wonder, will I still feel so low? Oh, I am host to a guide Moving in time And falling in line I've made up my mind The papers are signed And I feel so low [Chorus] Once a lover Never suffer So far away from here Feeling hollow Head to toe, so low [Chorus] |
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| 10. |
| 3:06 |
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Tomorrow will be another part of yesterday
And yesterday will be another part of the day before Wait, I hear another song, Insomnia About the days I wasn't tired And doing that fun, retro look I stay awake for days I stay awake for days But I'd sit awake in daze, anyway I'm a maze of chains Hey, don't use the term accommodation I won't be there for that, and that will never be there for me And I need to get some sleep slash resolution About the days I wasn't tired And doing that fun, retro thing I stay awake for days I stay awake for days But I'd sit awake in daze, anyway I'm a maze of chains Over in the corner of a circle I sleep behind this bedroom I see fun, retro look Dine behind a suitcase in an empty room It's time to leave millions behind Hey, that's what I took from retro look I stay awake for days I stay awake for days But I'd sit awake in daze, anyway I'm a maze of chains |
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| 11. |
| 4:01 |
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Underneath the shelf cracks appear in thick enamel
In this lapse, excuse for wasting time I wait for signals, shooting stars I'd scrape through every branch 'Cause I need to come down Underneath the home I lived in I was a page in someone's book And no one asked me why The page was fifteen stories high I'm underneath that home wondering why [Chorus] All across the world There are things we need to forget and forgive Sometimes we have to try and shed the damage we don't need Oh, Justice, shake your head I'm wasting my time We can break this drought Wanna tell ya I love ya, I need ya in the night Sometimes I get so full I wanna tell ya I'm feeling all right I'm shaken to the bone And on my way home Adjust an omen at the door Singing, baby, won't you please get a hold without it And while you sit there on the phone, tell me, baby I'm a liar; you don't seem to care what I care about And, baby, it's a shame To be wasted [Chorus] |
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Subject : Silverchair - Young modern station / Reflections of a sound
