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If I know, what I know, then no one will watch over you
So someone shouldn’t really tell me what I want to know I know, I owe, and I know that matters don’t matter as much As you think they do You will only be yourself When you can never be yourself And you will only be yourself When you understand what you know How long, will we go on with a modern way of letting go, tell me how long will we go on with the modern way of letting you go? If I know, what I know, losing isn’t learning to be lost It’s learning to know when you’re lost If I know, what I know, I’ll want to make the most of what it seems like You will only be yourself You can never be yourself And you will only be yourself When you understand what you know How long, will we go on with a modern way of letting go, tell me how long will we go on with the modern way of letting you go? |
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In the beginning, there were answers
then they came along and changed All these questions and their answers seemed to change. So I'll wait 'til I find the remote part of your heart When Nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start. We stop in every passing place to watch the world move faster than we do. Watch it pass with our eyes closed the way we usually choose to. So I'll wait 'til I find the remote part of your heart When nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start and even if the breath between us smells of alcohol we call it confusion in the best way possible. It isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page, it's a red hearted vibration, pushing through the walls of dark imagination finding no equation theres a red road rage but it's not road rage it's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge. Scottish friction, Scottish fiction. It isn't in the castle, it isn't in the mist it's a calling of the waters as they break to show the new black death with reactors aglow. You think your security can keep you in purity you will not shake us off above or below. Scottish friction, Scottish fiction |
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If I know, what I know, then no one will watch over you
So someone shouldn’t really tell me what I want to know I know, I owe, and I know that matters don’t matter as much As you think they do You will only be yourself When you can never be yourself And you will only be yourself When you understand what you know How long, will we go on with a modern way of letting go, tell me how long will we go on with the modern way of letting you go? If I know, what I know, losing isn’t learning to be lost It’s learning to know when you’re lost If I know, what I know, I’ll want to make the most of what it seems like You will only be yourself You can never be yourself And you will only be yourself When you understand what you know How long, will we go on with a modern way of letting go, tell me how long will we go on with the modern way of letting you go? |
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