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Hot Tooth
02:01
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Moon Boots
03:28
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All my days are gone and I know
I will burn away.
All my dreams are left behind,
They are turning grey.
Stuck in a love that's long passed by,
Time is standing still.
Missing the movement in my life,
Held against my will.
Feet drag heavy behind me
And I welcome the fall.
Long forgotten to breathe in
The warmth from up above.
Trapped in a night that never ends,
Nothing is enough.
I never doubted how I'd end,
Guess that's laid to waste.
Now I'll never know again
How to make my fate
Feet drag heavy behind me
And I welcome the fall.
Cries die quickly inside me,
Can you hear me at all?
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3. |
You Can Run
02:46
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You can run, you can hide but you'll never find
Respite from what you are.
You'll always know what you've done,
No matter how far you run.
There's a child that's inside your mind and its innocence
Is undying.
It'll whisper to you at night,
Ask you to turn on the light.
You can feel your bones are shaking,
You can feel your conscience waking,
There is nothing you can do
But if you wanna,
Darling you can run.
You can run, you can stop and watch your life
Circle around itself.
There is no escape from the past,
Your peaceful heart will not last.
I've been told there's a road that runs forever
And it leads nowhere.
It crosses no other tracks,
Your wheels will melt like hot wax.
You can feel your bones are shaking,
You can feel your conscience waking,
There is nothing you can do
But if you wanna,
Darling you can run.
You can feel your bones are shaking,
You can feel your conscience waking,
There is nothing you can do
But if you wanna,
Darling you can run.
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4. |
This Old Tree
04:04
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Lick the whisk but do not kiss the ring.
The crown ain't worth what it is gonna cost you to be king.
The boys and me ain't 'fraid to bite the hand,
Just 'cos we ain't got the cash to buy the promised land.
See their snake eyes bend
The light from our heads
And we wonder why
They are all too goddamn pretty to die.
Wounds licked with a liar's tongue won't heal.
Don't tell us you'll trade our songs for three drinks and a meal.
There won't be much fruit left on this old tree
If these sycophants and grifters keen on harvesting for free.
See their snake eyes bend
The light from our heads
And we wonder why
They are all too goddamn pretty to die.
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5. |
Coming Down
03:54
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Sunday morning, my head's made of glass.
And it shatters as the day rolls past
Foggy moments of the night before,
I can't take this feeling anymore.
How I found my bed's a mystery,
But if I've learned a thing from history,
It's that when I've left myself for dead,
Golden hands will bring me home again.
Future figures falling through the needle's eye,
Gently blinking as it looks up at the velvet sky.
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