1. |
We Falter
03:32
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Try and go see the soft and the wild you
claim to be
You won't miss a thing and will seem to be
almost in trouble, almost in trouble
This one time we see. I thought you were
quiet, intensely
You were on my mind and yet fading out,
almost in trouble, almost in trouble
Aside to draw
Attention on the line to cross
Always did like over low fires
rather than your cloud seven score
We couldn't make it but tried
We wouldn't end up sorry
Your tracks are still here. I can feel every
moment we touched the skin
Did you watch over me? Or wish we could
sleep and get the night over, and get the
night over
Adrift, dying out, I see from the shore what's
left behind
We could drive away or just spend the day
and get the night over, and get the night over
Aside to draw
Attention on the line to cross
Always did like over low fires
rather than your cloud seven score
We couldn't make it but tried
We wouldn't end up sorry
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2. |
Non-Fiction
03:40
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In other things, you ultimately remind me
we may not make it
We still must deal with all the things that
blindly hit us
When you speak, don't you see we have to sit
and quietly breathe
How you live and how you impliedly made
me your silent sidekick
Here we go, again. But what for?
The latter counts but everything's a mess. And
what do we get?
Trying less and hoping for the best. We
overthink it
Try it, let me try what we get. Are we still
the same here?
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3. |
You Leave Me, I'm Struck
01:02
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You call me: maybe
I call you: I’m sorry
You leave me I’m struck
You don’t give a fuck
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4. |
AM/PM : I Can't Sleep
03:32
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5. |
Displays of Acting
03:22
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Oh oh, you keep on trying me anytime
Oh oh, I can see you’re now beginning to
crack
You try to – so hard to. Your " I don’t care "
looks like a lie
It betrays you, or breaks through the fake
mess that’s your whole life
All leaves you unmoved though you display
some political concerns you allow
I see right into what you hide
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6. |
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For the trusting wary ghost
I need to shut all down
This way of being is so effective
We're both tied up and sore
Get me right to what I need to feel
You lose track and I'm alone
I take each time you, you seem to get through
What's lost all along
Down the hallway, seemingly calm
I'm walking blindly, I'm not the assured kind
I try a new kind of goal, you told me
I lost everything but hoped you
could show me
I try a new kind of goal, you shut me down
You wanna know if I could change
everything that's wrong, you told me
The answer shouldn't surprise
though, explain me
It's better if we play along, you
shut me down
Messy thoughts are taking over
I tend to lose control
I rely on what is real
With you it's harder than it seems
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7. |
Fresh Complaint
02:54
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I’m careful always. I do things the hard way.
At least I would try
I spin in circles, hiding almost and wait for
the fall
I try to watch them and really listen: who’s
on my side? No funny question, I don’t need affection:
who’s on my side?
Who’s on my side?
Leading your life is a no skilled trade
Fake, baby, fake, and you call it late?
Cut her short when you feel confused
Everything we left should not improve?
Comfort, trust are not global if you’re no
white nor male
Would you ask for more?
Your own discomfort being shown
All it does is making me mad
Stop whining and start to grow
You’ve got everything at hand
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8. |
Deep Pink
03:51
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The shiny place is empty
I really think we should leave
I won’t go
I won’t go
I think we fully got it
The hate that runs in could be
The outlet for the stroke
For the stroke
The only thing that lies here
The only thing that counts here
Has been wiped out
Out of time
I’m dark streaked with pink
There’ve been so many crisis
I’ve learnt how to fight
How to fight
Four, three, two, one
We’re not weak and we will try
In our way to make things last
On my knees let myself cry
Not shying away it can be hard
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9. |
To Tell in the Dark
05:04
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I was on the go
Every minute was like a breath to hold
Trying to remember at last how
To think about you and what you let behind
Still have some
Some random thoughts
Of you can free my mind from the blank shore
I know how to be left alone
But I can feel that something’s wrong
It's harder but it never stopped
Is it what you like?
To tune out the world
But you never have the time
Don't let me start
But I need you more now
You covered up the tracks
Are you sure I didn't watch?
I recall that
You told me once
You thought you weren't brave
Enough to change your life
Something’s wrong in what you got
But nothing ever changes
When you set the sights too high
Strong water I can't control, you're like some
strong water I can’t control
Trader or saver? But
You're the one that has a doubt
Still close to break off
And you seem lost at times
The truth is we never
End up alone at night
Are you scared I give in
Or is that something you hide?
I still hope that
You don't hold back
And just let things go
To make yourself thrive
I still hope that
You don't hold back
And just let things go
To make yourself thrive
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