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Decided to sneak off away from your stomach
And try your pulse They captured what seemed all unknowing and candid But they suspected it was false She's playful, the boring would warn you be careful Of her brigade In order to tame this relentless marauder Move away from the parade She was walking on the tables in the glasshouse Endearingly bedraggled in the wind Subtle in her method of seduction Twenty little tragedies begin And she would throw her feather-boa in the road If she thought that it would set the scene Unfittingly dipped into your companions Enlightened them to make you seeth And there's affection to rent The age of the understatement Before the attraction ferments Kiss me properly and pull me apart Affection to rent The age of the understatement Before this attraction ferments Kiss me properly and pull me apart And my fingers scratch at my hair Before my mind can get too reckless The idea of seeing you here Is enough to make the sweat go cold |
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| 2. |
| 2:16 |
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Want her, have her
Two years have gone now But I can't relate To the never ending games that you play As desire passes through Then you're open to the truth I hope you understand And your love Is standing next to me Is standing next to me The one you fell for Makes it seem juvenile And you laugh at yourself Again and again And we’ll drink to the thoughts She'll remember you Maybe tomorrow And your love Is standing next to me Is standing next to me And your love Is standing next to me Is standing next to me Is standing next to me Is standing next to me Want her, have her Two years have gone now But I can't relate To the never ending games that you play As desire passes through Then you're open to the truth I hope you understand And your love Is standing next to me Is standing next to me Is standing next to me Is standing next to me |
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| 3. |
| 2:24 |
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I can still remember
When your city smelt exciting I still get a whiff Of that aroma now and then Burglary and fireworks The skies they were alighting Accidents and toffee drops And thinking on the train Oh, he was young in the frost No regard for the cost Of saying his feelings In the moment they were felt And if he was calm like you Locked up inside of your loops Then he'd know full well That all he had to say was All he had to say was goodbye Summertime made promises It knew it couldn't keep The fairytale was climbing up A mountain far too steep Colouring the pictures With your loyal hand Now I am craving heartbreak While you're making your demands Oh, he was young in the frost No regard for the cost Of saying his feelings In the moment they were felt And if he was calm like you Locked up inside of your loops Then he'd know full well That all he had to say was All he had to say was goodbye If he was calm like you Locked up inside of your loops Then he'd know full well That all he had to say was All he had to say was goodbye |
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| 4. |
| 2:36 |
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When we walked the streets together
All the faces seemed to smile back And now the pavements have nothing to offer And all the faces seem to need a slap There's an unfamiliar grip On an unfamiliar handkerchief Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn't Notice with you No matter how vicious the grief Her expression was damp and crooked Grabs onto my throat and won't let go Won't let go Won't let go Won't let go Save me from The secateurs I'll pretend I didn't hear Can't you see I'm the ghost in the wrong coat Biting butter and crumbs There's a handsome maverick You don't talk about to keep me calm And I can't help it if I create diversion That pulls you back onto his arm Please don't tell me You don't have to darling, I can sense That he painted you a gushing sunset And slayed angry pink panthers in your defence And he stands separate and ever deadly Clings onto my throat and won't let go Won't let go Won't let go Won't let go Save me from The secateurs I'll pretend I didn't hear Can't you see I'm a ghost In the wrong coat Biting butter and crumbs Save me from The secateurs I'll pretend I didn't hear Can't you see I'm a ghost In the wrong coat Biting butter and crumbs |
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| 5. |
| 2:35 |
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(Leave yourself alone) leave yourself alone
(Leave yourself alone) can't you see You're only here to be torn apart Based upon a nothingness? So leave yourself alone (alone) Leave yourself alone (alone) (Tell your wasted time) tell your wasted time (Tell your wasted time) that I am worse And I would waste it all Given the chance I owe apologies So tell your wasted time (time) Tell your wasted time (time) It's torture, locked inside the chamber (Cornered by yourself) cornered by yourself (Cornered by yourself) courself, you must admit That you are the instigator, hanging onto arguments And you're cornered by yourself (yourself) Cornered by yourself (yourself) It's torture, locked inside the chamber It's torture, lost inside the chamber It's torture, locked inside the chamber |
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| 2:42 |
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Only the truth she reckons she holds
Only the truth she reckons she holds The way she walks is scripted and taught Don't give her an eye, she'll sniper your mind See by her hands that she's been there before She lifts up her glass as if to bring down the mass Only the truth she reckons she holds Only the truth she reckons she holds Climbing the stairs as if to follow her there Her golden lace boots may stop your right there Hands on your arm, she greets all your friends With a twist of a lime, it seems a bitter end Only the truth she reckons she holds Only the truth she reckons she holds The girl with many different strategies Wakes the wolves to curse them to their knees She's in the one by the riverbank, so it's easier for her to drown you And she claims, oh, she claims It's only the truth she holds in her hands Yes, it's only the truth she holds in her hands |
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| 3:03 |
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About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
My mistakes were made for you And in the back room of a bad dream, she came And whisked me away, enthused And it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill The fact is that it probably will hit something On the hazardous terrain And we're just following the flock, round And inbetween, before we smash to smithereens Like they were and we scrambled from the blame And it's the fame that put words in her mouth She couldn't help but spit 'em out Innocence and arrogance entwined In the filthiest of minds She was bitten on her birthday, and now A face in the crowd, she's not And I suspect that now, forever the shape She came to escape, it's forgot And it's a lot to ask her not to sting And give her less than everything Around your crooked conscience she will wind 'Cause we're just following the flock, round And inbetween, before we smash to smithereens Like they were and we scramble from the blame And it's the fame that puts words in her mouth She couldn't help but spit 'em out Around your crooked conscience she will wind And it's a lot to ask her not to sting And give her less than everything Innocence and arrogance entwined |
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| 8. |
| 3:58 |
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You bit your lip and on the tip
Of your tongue was your view You hadn't dealt with how you felt In ways that suited you The paper cuts From the love letters You never gave him could not meet Your new found needs for misbehaving Why? Why would you say sorry? Oh, why would you? Why would you say? You said there Was a nagging lack of smiles When dancing on your back Tenderness a-plenty But that wasn't what you craved There's holes in hearts Desire starts to make demands And, dear boy, you'd be a fool To make your plans with her Why would you say sorry? Oh, why would you? Why would you say sorry? Oh, why would you say sorry? Oh, why would you? When it's just one of many bullets You will bite While waiting for a ray of light Waiting for a ray of light Waiting for a ray of light The paper cuts from the love letters You never gave him Could not meet your new found meat A misbehaving lie Why would you say sorry? Oh, why would you? Why would you say sorry? Oh, why would you say sorry? Oh, why would you? (Why would you?) Why would you say sorry? (Why would you?) Why would you say sorry? (Why would you?) Why would you say sorry? (Why would you?) Why would you say sorry? (Why would you?) (Why would you?) (Why would you?) (Why would you?) |
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| 9. |
| 3:03 |
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I don't like you anymore
And fallen for the phone again Enticed me for a second time today Only for me to realise the same I don't like you anymore Cracked and your face is changing You're going down the old route But I can't let your repeat and repeat it again The sound of your voice Is piercing my patience As you turn through the midnight corridors Can we keep in your resent Retire to the setting a hint Drying in an old familiar cast Twitching as I fear it's far too late Cause I don't like you anymore I don't like you anymore I don't like you anymore Cracked and your face is changing You're going down the old route But I can't let you repeat and repeat it again The sound of your voice Is piercing my patience As you turn through the midnight corridors And there's stuff in the corridors There is no escape from these No offence to your trap and be your disease Well you are just a something to cease And you swear that you think that you tease But you pout which is about And your final lie can be described as fine It can be described as fine |
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| 10. |
| 2:27 |
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In my room she'll get to you
In my room she'll get to you In my room Could I turn on the lie? Inpress your unknown eyes Humour absorbs the thoughts Challenge emotionless thoughts Seeing things with a second glance As she turns through her magazines In my room she'll get to you In my room she'll get to you In my room Could I turn on the lie? Inpress unknown eyes Humour absorbs the thoughts Lift up your snorting heads Played like dancing fools Turning the tension round Building up silent sounds Just another day Oh, in my room Struck out like before Oh, in my room Room Room Room Room |
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| 11. |
| 3:54 |
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The colder the night gets
The further she strays And he doesn't like it Being this way And she tried so hard To steer away From the meeting place But her heart had led her there She clings to his consciousness Wherever he lays He struggles to sleep at night And during the day He's worried she's waiting in his dreams To drag him back to the meeting place His love had left him there Where the voices still echoes "I'm sorry I met you, darling I'm sorry I met you" As she turned into the night All he had was the words "I'm sorry I met you, darling I'm sorry I left you" For weeks they had strolled around Playing the fools They knew the time would come And time would be cruel Because it is cruel to everyone He is crying out from the meeting place He stranded himself there Where the voice still echoes "I'm sorry I met you, darling I'm sorry I met you" As she turned into the night All he had was the words "I'm sorry I met you, darling I'm sorry I left you" "I'm sorry I met you, darling I'm sorry I've left you" |
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| 12. |
| 2:20 |
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The time has come again
Slowly walking down the steps To where she would have been If only they were seventeen Waiting patiently He stood between a fraying seam Hiding from himself As well as everybody else Without permission His face became wet He thought that he learned How to not get upset From folded notes in envelopes "Meet me beneath the Moon Don't go too soon" She went too soon The time has come again Slowly walking down the steps To where she would have been If only they were seventeen |
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