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Long You Lie
04:59
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Long you lie down south
Minds drowning mouths
And feeding sorrow
But I turn through
Because it keeps me sane
For tomorrow
In this city night
Are dreams enough to still you
Through ashen clouds are stars
That maybe where you are
Shine down
But oh
You feel it hardest when you come
To be alone with everyone
The storm
Is furious inside your head
But from your face is nothing read
Now you are made of words
And wind
And savage visions
Your bed is spinning night
And in your hair is light
And fire
But oh
You feel it hardest when you come
To be alone with everyone
The storm
Is furious inside your head
But from your face is nothing read
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The Hedonist
04:16
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In the whole time wasted of our radical descent
Did you take a look around at all the last minute repent
Their fingernails were dirty but their eyes were shining white
And the feathers in your cap still kept you grounded
You met her in a bar the likes of which you'd never seen
The locks were pulled and inside you lived out a mystery
And no one knows society when they get out at ten
And their faces have the look of being hounded
What's that sound?
Is it labour from above?
They're tryin' to lift the lid
They're tryin' to show you how to love
But you don't need it now it's all come crashing down around
And all you got's relief for bein' alone
Your spirit's in the attic but your head is resting soft
Upon the girl who once awake will smile and take off
The day unfolds like innocence if innocence is grey
And guilt's a reddy storm upon which innocence will play
The phone call comes in shrilling all the promise of a king
But quickly turns to solid black as cutting off it's ring
You hark to hear the voice of him who joined you on this ride
And now their teeth are bared and white and shining
What's that sound?
Is it labour from above?
They're tryin' to lift the lid
They're tryin' to show you how to love
But you don't need it now it's all come crashing down around
And all you got's relief for bein' alone
So awkward now you head on back to find the door is closed
And she who gave you shelter for that night has hit the road
And you are all alone, there is no sign of your old mate
And you start to think he wasn't even listening
And as you lie losing your breath down at the bottom of this well
It comes to you that maybe this ain't after all a hell
The leaves are soft and cool to touch, they hold you in their arms
And one last time you see the sky a-glistening
What's that sound?
Is it labour from above?
They're tryin' to lift the lid
They're tryin' to show you how to love
But you don't need it now it's all come crashing down around
And all you got's relief for bein' alone
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