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from Shannon Wright, Yann Tiersen - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright (2005)
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from Shannon Wright, Yann Tiersen - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright (2005)
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from Shannon Wright, Yann Tiersen - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright (2005)
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from Shannon Wright, Yann Tiersen - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright (2005)
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from Shannon Wright, Yann Tiersen - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright (2005)
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from Shannon Wright, Yann Tiersen - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright (2005)
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from Shannon Wright, Yann Tiersen - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright (2005)
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from Shannon Wright, Yann Tiersen - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright (2005)
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from Shannon Wright, Yann Tiersen - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright (2005)
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from Shannon Wright, Yann Tiersen - Yann Tiersen & Shannon Wright (2005)
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from Shannon Wright - Dyed In The Wool (2005)
Your presence howls inside my ear
You lifted the ark from me
Now there's nothing i cannot see
A wooden tin, a hidden sleet
Throw the matches upon my bed
In this boiling light
It swims through this
Hollowed bin to me
Now you ring the bells
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from Shannon Wright - Dyed In The Wool (2005)
Air dives from your reach
You cover your mouth
Hoard your lovely breath
For which not to speak
You're always sweet
In the darkest days
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from Shannon Wright - Dyed In The Wool (2005)
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from Shannon Wright - Maps Of Tacit (2003)
This background is so vague
This falter much too strong
A slew of reluctance
Makes the focus warble on
For every laden vein
Is a grim pail of prey
The true are open
They wrestle with this state
What a dirty facade
The coming of an ugly file
Every guide is ill-timed
Purely lit for the lofty kind
What a dirty facade
The coming of an idle qualm
And everyone is so still
No one ever is pure
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from Shannon Wright - Flightsafety (2003)
Under the carport that has no spring
Cement floors where the creatures ring
And your mother she never calls
Says you're the cause of all her pain
But all these things don't carry camelot
Through the betrayed all these things
Don't hold form with a stout cord and chain
You are out of sorts and ready to retire
On the brink of my answer i fell asleep
For a little while
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from Shannon Wright - Flightsafety (2003)
I croon like a lumber crane
Sank quick inside your snare
Her fellow steps across my head
I'm her colt and she's my mare
Dense falls across my face
That's the source i won't contemplate
You can't tear my shell away
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from Shannon Wright - Flightsafety (2003)
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from Shannon Wright - Flightsafety (2003)
Shade calls the bone marrow she left a stage so bare
And everyone clapped to see you rise so gracefully
What a fright on such a beautiful night
The soldiers rang around my head
The flies ate the called cabs
Everyone says i'm scared not you you believe i'm dead
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from Shannon Wright - Flightsafety (2003)
I'm rushing a lamppost fevers got me
I'm thawing my best jokes but i sat alone
With the captain of the quarantine
I chewed my way through my boat
I paddled with feathers i fell snug in a fish snare
My faulty fins fell impaired
You boasted about your coins
I seared back your wooden charm
You shelved my affections
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from Shannon Wright - Flightsafety (2003)
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