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| 5:45 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:57 | 
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Well... you didn't wake up this morning,
'cause you didn't go to bed. You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red! The calendar on your wall -- is ticking -- the days off. You've been reading some old letters. You smile and think how much you've changed. All the money in the world couldn't buy back those days. You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes. You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky. This is the day -- your life will surely change. This is the day -- when things fall into place. CLICK ABOVE TO VISIT OUR SPONSORS You could've done anything, if you'd wanted. And all your friends and family think that you're lucky. But the side of you they'll never see Is when you're left alone with the memories That hold your life together like -- glue You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes. You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky. This is the day -- your life will surely change. This is the day -- when things fall into place. This is the day -- your life will surely change. (repeat to fade) |
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| 3. |
| 3:41 |
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All my books lay on the table waitin' to unfold.
I sit & stare at my reflection while the darkness chills my bones. My head fills like a junk shop - - in desperate need of repair. The path of least resistance leads to the garbage heap of despair. (I think I'd better get back in bed!) "I'm just a symptom of the moral decay that's gnawing at the heart of the country" [x2] You can't destroy your problems - by destroying yourself, DEATH is not the answer, for your soul may burn in hell My memory, my fond deceiver - - is turning all my past into pain. While I'm being raped by progress - Tomorrow's world is here to stay. (They wouldn't have it any other way) "I'm just a symptom of the moral decay that's gnawing at the heart of the country" [x4] Jeremy Meek - bass guitar Matt Johnson - synths, instruments, percussion, vocals |
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| 6:52 |
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Peeling the skin back from my eyes I felt surprised that the time on the clock was the time I usually retire to the place where I clear my head of you But just for today I think I'll lie here and dream of you I've got you under my skin where the rain can't get in But if the sweat pours out just shout I'll try to swim and pull you out A howling wind blows the litter as the rain flows. As street lamps pour orange colored shapes through your windows A broken soul stares from a pair of watering eyes Uncertain emotions force an uncertain smile I've got you under my skin where the rain can't get in but if the sweat pours out just shout I'll try to swim and pull you out |
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| 5. |
| 5:55 |
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Your laying on your bed - & making shadows on the wall
It's almost too hot to move - Outside your window - People are driving home from work - for the weekend. But your waiting for the phone to ring - Your gonna tell her exactly what you think. You practice getting your mouth around the words that explain the way you feel. You've been scared to show your real self - In case she doesn't like what she sees - You've been a "prostitute to humility" - She's invaded your life & you've got to Live apart - in order to...survive - You were emotionally independent - But starved of affection. But now you've been trapped by tenderness & been beaten into "submission"... It's now way past the hour she usually phones - & you've decided not to tell her your little joke Where could she have got to. Why is she torturing you - You roll on your side - & run your fingers through your hair - Your scared of losing her - & facing yourself - A red sky at night may be a shepherds delight, But your cutting chunks from your heart. & rubbing the meat into your eyes. She can't leave you now - you've given up all your friends Your relying on her - for your independence She can't leave you here - alone & defenseless Your relying on her for your independence YOUR RELYING ON HER Thomas Leer - synths Zeke Manyika - drums Camelle G. Hinds - bass guitar Matt Johnson - synths, instruments, percussion, vocals |
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| 4:48 |
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Your floating down a tunnel - in a little wooden box.
Your cold & your lonely & enveloped in fog. You've been prized open & left here to die - You should've trusted your instincts - - because they don't tell lies. "Something always goes wrong when things are going right... You've swallowed your pride - - to quell the pain inside Someone captured your heart - just like a thief in the night & squeezed all juice out - until it ran dry" You've been read like an open book - page by page. You'll NEVER tell anyone your inner thoughts again You were taken in - by a heart of fools gold. Now your drifting in circles - In the depths of your soul!!! Andy Duncan - drums Matt Johnson - synths, instruments, percussion, vocals |
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| 9:34 |
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