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all that starts...
02:08
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I've been thinking a lot quite recently
About my mum, and my dad, and my family
And how the space and the time between us keeps growing
But we're just as strong, if not stronger
But what would it take in a trice
In a moment of time passing by
For the rope to weather, and break, and sever the ties, that once gave me life
Everything's moving so fast
Everything's moving so fast
Everything's moving so fast
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Tom wakes up at 7 am everyday, puts on his shirt and tie
Kisses his wife coldly as he takes his place and settles in for the long, long drive
"Remember way back when i was 17, chewing on the fruits of life?" he said
"It's a long way back, might as well drive"
Tom wakes up at 7 am everyday, puts on his shirt and tie
Kisses his wife coldly as he takes his place and settles in for the long, long drive
"Remember way back when i was 17, chewing on the fruits of life?" he said
"It's a long way back, might as well drive"
Stevie's got a good job, making good money
He's a shadow of the man he used to be
He got himself a wife and he got himself a kid
Now he's got himself a model family
"Remember way back when i was 21, drinking down the fruits of life?" he said
"It's a long way back, might as well drive"
Matt leaves work at 1700 and heads straight for the pub
Making up for the time he's lost
12 units down his neck, and now he's ready to head back home to the woman he loves
"Remember way back when i was just a boy?
Couldn't wait to go out and play." he said
"It's a long way back, might as well"
"It's a long way back, might as well drive"
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3. |
Fat Cats
03:39
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Call it morbid curiosity or downright doubt
I'd like to see what happens if they all died out
The swamp is getting thicker, there's no change i can see
As the wolf feeds on the innocent to keep his shiny teeth
You see these empty futures
Built on empty promises
Built by broken people
In a broken world of politics?
Confrontational by nature, you pick and choose your fights
Shy away from a debate, but take the killer bite
A fat cat in a mansion sucking on a fat cigar
A bulldog in his castle wreaking havoc from afar
You see these empty futures
Built on empty promises
Built by broken people
In a broken world of politics?
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4. |
Blind by Numbers
03:17
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Speak soft i'm a murderer of words
I like to talk, i like to be heard
I talk a lot, i have to be heard
So speak soft i'm a murderer of words
I like to talk, i like to be heard
I shout a lot, i have to be heard
All these people shouting in a green room with high ceilings And a man sat in the middle playing god amongst the drivel
Not power to the people, i see ego and it's shadow
I see fear and disillusion and a mindset that is narrow
More circus than commission, from their seats they breathe division
Blind by numbers, dumb by spite
Preaching ignorance an oversight
Twisted
Tongue-tied twisted
Lies and lies and lies and lies and lies and lies and lies and lies
They say they're telling the truth but they're covering their necks
They're running away as they collect their paychecks
They say they're fighting for country
They're fighting each other
One after another
Squabbling like infants and acting like children
In a green room with high ceilings, hypocrites and maniacs
Ignorance and new division
These are the times we live in
And i'm tired
I'm tongue-tied twisted
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5. |
(part 1)
00:38
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instrumental
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6. |
Shipwrecks
06:45
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What are all these shipwrecks without their stories?
What are all these shipwrecks without their stories?
What are all these shipwrecks without their stories?
What are all these shipwrecks without their stories?
You're giving me an answer but your answer's boring
I've heard these things, they happen for a reason
The ships are sinking at the start of hunting season
So what are all these shipwrecks without their stories?
What are all these shipwrecks without their stories?
You're giving me an answer but your answer's boring
I've heard these things, they happen for a reason
The ships are sinking at the start of hunting season
Safe to assume i'm safe
When i'm listening to the angels sing in outer space
Safe to assume i'm safe
When i'm watching all these buildings move in and out of place
So what are all these shipwrecks without their stories?
You're giving me an answer but your answer's boring
I've heard these things, they happen for a reason
Once you've set your head on fire
You better make sure your mind's the lighter
Once you've set your head on fire
You better make sure your mind's the lighter
Once you've set your head on fire
You better make sure your mind's the lighter
Once you've set your head on fire
You better make sure your mind's the lighter
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7. |
must end.
02:37
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instrumental
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8. |
Bye / Wishful Thinking
04:00
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"no need to put your belt on, we're only going down the road".
lights fade, and the tunnel's empty. you're on your own.
two flashes out the corner of your eye bring you back. you materialize.
"am i dead?" she said. "i'm feeling kinda strange". "you'll be alright".
"'cause you've had quite the day. it seems you crashed your car following your dreams.
and then, thank god that you weren't alone, 'cause somebody tried to take your soul and make it their own".
it's always wishful thinking.
it's always wishful thinking.
it's always wishful thinking.
that makes hearts go breaking down.
turn around it's the middle of the ocean. you ran away with the tide.
or got swept away by your own decisions as they came to life.
you try your best but you realize you're not happy where you are.
understand that you got your hopes up, and come crashing down hard.
a stone's throw from home yet you feel so far.
you can't get back 'cause you crashed your car.
you're telling yourself that it's all a bad dream, but it's so fucking hard when it feels so real 'cause
it's always wishful thinking.
it's always wishful thinking.
it's always wishful thinking.
that makes hearts go breaking.
it's always wishful thinking.
it's always wishful thinking.
it's always wishful thinking.
that makes hearts go breaking down.
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9. |
Skin
04:41
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I've got to get out, i've stayed too long
My mind's becoming poison and my body's feeling numb
I hope that you know that i love you so
More than i'll ever know how to say
I hope you know that you're not to blame
For the choices i made when i left home
It'll get better in the summer
It'll get better so they say
It'll get better now that the winter's gone away
Now the summer's on it's way
I don't think it's fair that we don't get to choose
I'm only still here 'cause i've got something to prove
To myself and nobody else
I'll be alright if i just keep my head
And wear my own clothes, and tattoo my skin
And start to digest these demons within
It'll get better in the summer
It'll get better so they say
It'll get better now that the winter's gone away
Now the summer's on it's way
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10. |
Mirror Museum
03:50
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Though i've tried to feel at home with everyone, and anyone
I've tried and i've returned
Empty handed, but lesson learned
'Cause i feel alone, and happy again
A little sad when i'm stuck in my head
It's not that bad, but it's creeping in
Sometimes this silence is deafening
And though i never asked for this
I try and take it as a gift
But it's a burden on my mind
Acting like i know who i am, what i am, and why i'm
Alone, and happy again
A little sad when i'm stuck in my head
It's not that bad, but it's creeping in
Sometimes this silence is deafening
I want to sit inside a frame
And show off all my quiet pain
I want to try but i'll refrain
'Cause i
Yeah i,
Yeah i'm the saddest boy you'll never know
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11. |
(water)
00:39
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instrumental
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12. |
The Carnival
06:26
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She's getting ready for the carnival
Putting on her favourite makeup, that brings out her eyes
Animalistically behavioural, with heels strapped to her feet
But she's no way to tell the time
Revelling in survival
Blind eye to the track marks and train tracks she walks by
Mentally unstable
A pin prick oh so gentle cuts the thin thread she hangs by
Nights as long as the knife that cuts
It's blunt by the time that she's done
And she waves goodbye to the carnival tonight
"Dealer don't give me my last card, there's no need"
"It's over, i've already won"
He smiles and says: "i've been playing all along"
As he plays his last hand, pulls an ace from his sleeve
Lays it flat on the table, made a fool out of me
In this world we live in, the house always wins
He never wanted to get stuck in safety
With polished shoes and a jet black hair piece
He thought he'd be the creative type
But he stumbled into humdrum and got given life
He checks the time on his wristwatch made of gold
And he waves goodbye to the carnival tonight
"Dealer don't give me my last card, there's no need"
"It's over, i've already won"
He smiles and says: "i've been playing all along"
As he plays his last hand, pulls an ace from his sleeve
Lays it flat on the table, made a fool out of me
In this world we live in, the house always wins
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tether
00:43
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14. |
Attention to Detail
04:08
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Scratches underneath the carpet
I remember when you said this house was haunted
On a night like this 116 years ago
Lightning when i close my eyes
The thunder will come on another day
But the flashes are here, as quick as they fade away
Well maybe i should've paid more attention
I lost my ticket, i was feeling the bliss
Like the ego on a preacher on a million dollar list
Well maybe i should've paid more attention
And i start to wonder if this house is really here
There's bodies under floorboards and there's malice in the air
Well maybe i should've paid more attention.
'Cause eyes fall away, but i endure
And eyes fall away, but i endure
And eyes fall away, but i endure
And eyes fall away, but i endure
Endure
I lost my ticket, i was feeling the bliss
Like the ego on a preacher on a million dollar list
Well maybe i should've paid more attention
And the weather seems so different here, there's two suns in the sky
There's a mountain made of rain clouds and a heaven made of fire
Well maybe i should've paid more attention
'Cause eyes fall away, but i endure
And eyes fall away, but i endure
And eyes fall away, but i endure
And eyes fall away, but i endure
Endure
Endure
Endure
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15. |
Part 2
08:24
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She said: "i'm not angry"
"But sad, maybe"
"I'm just watching, the cards are all in your hands"
"So if you would like to talk sometime"
"Get back in touch"
"Then i'll be in the room"
She said: "i'm not angry"
"But sad, maybe"
"I'm just watching, the cards are all in your hands"
"So if you would like to talk sometime"
"Get back in touch"
"Then i'll be in the room"
In my jealousy, all my memories are coming clean
Torn apart at the seams
Seems like what i say isn't what i mean
Five years had passed
Building up to something that could never last
Oh put my mind at ease
Do it for me
(In the back of my head everyday)
(Again and again the answer you gave)
(The answer you gave me)
(The answer you gave me)
(The answer you gave me)
She said: "i'm not angry"
"But sad, maybe"
"I'm just watching, the cards are all in your hands"
"So if you would like to talk sometime"
"Get back in touch"
"Then i'll be in the room"
She said: "i'm not angry"
"But sad, maybe"
"I'm just watching, the cards are all in your hands"
"So if you would like to talk sometime"
"Get back in touch"
"Then i'll be in the room"
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