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Body and matter just flying and turning...
turn on burn, now which can be mainly itself furthest point or just burned by scientific negotiations what's loved mind and lived are easily interchangeable in the hands of physicians perfectly acquainted with all the modern demises so you stand there... being the world there looking at the birds *We are the stars We are the furthest point you can see We are weird... We are...* You'll decide if I should say that once upon a time there was a young man Filled of thoughts of special beauty Living well on hopes with nothing solemn Ah!... Turn away and make a million and gather all you can and make it your own But remember at the end you will look and see that you are nothing but a dead man Ah!... We smile at ourself wide eyed Have you doubted success But you were foolish you were treated such a moment task as the reorganization of electorate history As observing our own oasis for any particular occurrence or not We're living here Occurrence, media, awareness, area, communicating with each atom *Repeat Who can you trust to be your friend in this division when standing in the middle of a noisy bad collision It's always best to stay amused Whether know if we are waiting for a big salvation Someone is gonna stop decay and go with creation Someone is gonna save the world The soul of chaplain, bridges get some source of muddles and smashing broke your able and dragged your track gets in puddles I wonder if it might be me? I know that slap-up... no way need a begun super or no arch build... being just a joke... so lavish clinch We'll in case he'll be alive [3x] You're old, you may be moved You know of things that past and you will think about the sun Your sun when you were young and there was glory |
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| 2. |
| 4:19 |
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Don't be scared of shadows
Nasty man who look Lots of rotten bullies Pushing you around They will never steal what it means to feel The wonders of being without Where I stand it seems that existence is resistant to despair Now I know my life has not been easy But at least it has been there Sometimes there'll be good times Some folks can be kind But the wind that blows inside us will be blind For this time I have waited for ages All my ages have been dried I've been lost in the swelling of oceans All my notion have been hide Over every mo hill Under every mind For the essence of notion is devotion to will So you see I'm not going to mind it Or define it with degrees Every inch of being is like old time Is the right time to be free |
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| 3. |
| 5:06 |
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Lights were where I'm burning
The room was filled with men Some playing cards for higher stakes Some looking into telescopes pointed within them Here with me, it's you and me I feel you're on my side Here my space, a trace of lace A face that's here to mine There going back, they've had it They're slipping up on their ends This bush men with eyes of ice A culmination of things that were never inevitable Here my wings, my everything My platform to the sky Here my gem, stop for them Upon the other side I'm caught on a cloud the feeling mortified I'm floating around stranger with no hand The looser with no tie A laughter rings with plenty to joke I never would complain Feet loosing the ground I'm always out of time I always miss the line Doesn't count but oh no no no Why must I always be far away? Go astray, caught like a bubble in the wind oh!... Lay talking away He said that he was mad He told them the truth He said that he had to pay He said that couldn't stay They always choose but oh no no no Why must I always be far away? Go astray, acting like a traitor trapped in time Oh!... _Spiggly Love's so easy, Love's so fine Into our lives the time we always need it No more to strange shadow I feel us make it, Hope we make it over |
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| 4. |
| 1:13 |
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Love's so easy, Love's so fine
Into our lives the time we always need it No more to strange shadow I feel us make it, Hope we make it over |
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| 5. |
| 4:30 |
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I asked him to take me upstairs where the music was loud
He said things have changed and consumed, they belonged to the crowd My life's an echo, where do I start the remission to you and the world World sping round, they say the world spings round And I'm alive... And my head spins rounf, I said my head spins round, I've been confined Feeling defying descriptionare troubling me I'm in a vaccum and nameless statistical seed My life's number seeking a factor to triple it's value to three Three times three equals a point where rhere maximize me Three blind mice at an amazing price Come here and see... Here with the swindlers, I never make it, I met a date, My life is useless, Rupert refuses to be my friend We will think of you, think of you Rupert's confided to me, he got a boyfriend, I am out of place Faces keep on changing, nothing is stable I lost the race We won't think of you, think of you |
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| 6. |
| 3:43 |
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The sergeant says you gotta to turn down the lights
It's the things you keep concealed that make you safe in the night Not the stars The sergeant says that if there's room at the top He'll be sure to let you through to give you the things that you've got If you felt We've been living on hell, oh yeah We've been living on hell, oh yeah The sergeant says that if you're nearing the phone Will you kindly check transmission as the meters have gone Out of phase And I suggest that if you're thinking of her That the best thing you can do is to forget she exists and get on You've been living on hell, oh yeah You've been living on hell She lives in the block of flat She's always on her own I tried to get in touch with her But she's not on the phone and every having you you leave it's never where you are the stars that blow into the night are never very far So I play the game and the darning sake and they never never never never cal tells And I tried my best to get on the test of the never never never never can tells I'm becoming aware, oh yeah I'm becoming aware, oh yeah It seems may well be the last song I write cause I can't touch truch when the words don't seem right well who cares? I'll leave you now with a silent salute to the man dress in armor who have stolen your youth and your charm We've been living on hell, oh yeah We've been living on hell, oh yeah One day I will find a way to save her from her plight It well may take a million years but she will see the light Because I've had enough of feel she go and the never never never never can tells And I'm going back to the human zoo to see if animas are relative of mine to see if animas are relative of mine to see if animas are relative if animals are relatives if animals are relative of mine |
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| 13:00 |
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I make my days Look out the world
How it loves such a man who could have no place Put on a smile Into the streets How they ache for the smile of the sunny field But still machines they grind the life is hard enough and it has beed before They say you're mad Look out the wealth In the western world For a boy with brains Please come with us We'll buy your soul with the privilege of a chosen few And so machines they grind to life is hard enough that it has been before We came away from the sea there was you, there was me There were rafters We made a home on the land where we found we could stand in sunlight Here we are, Here we are We fought for life in the ground Where we found we can fight for survival All forms of life have been doomed They were bored, ther were sold, ther were smothered Near the end, Near the end Lift is a plight in a jugle fight Must be the turn of the brothers Life is case of strong and weak where the strong will devour the others Born on themselves There is no room anymore Though I love to escape the evation There is no choice anymore We must live together with each other Born in group, born in group If life is a plight in the jungle fight Must be the turn of the brothers If life is case of strong and weak where the strong will devour the others Born on themselves Look at the race I wonder who is winning? I wonder if they know it does not mean a thing Hey look at the pace, stablility is winning but then it doesn't matter to a clown, clown A knight in arms, a knight in darkness as he turns, we are digested a face lit up beyond despair in this voice that was rejected Give it back to shored of Albian where the hills were first abused Give it back to the folk inside your pope Give it back the will to live Strange, recluse, his thought elusive we cheat and with excuses amid the rush of evil forces abusing our resources Coming back the tide that can't be stopped The wheels that always roll Coming back beyond the eyes of greed Coming back inside your soul Near a man whose never feared and the one who is within you the voice you heard before you died as your mind was most receptive Coming back from below through all these years At last I here the bells Coming back with winds that fill the stilts of rags defeat unfolds Coming back the tide that can't be stopped The wheels that always roll Coming back with winds to fill the sails of rags befeat unfold |
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