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Fotex
01:06
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N/A
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2. |
Autumn Colours
01:05
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Your eyes have become more brown,
No swirling green fallen among the men.
Only through trees and spring can such a
colour stand.
Pursuit of pleasure unknown
to have dimmed to this autumn colour define
these failing matters.
The snow is to come but not quite yet
Green can't be found now as our autumn sets.
In bliss, ignorance, and greed, you look at me.
She does fail, as her green does recede, it does recede.
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3. |
Fracturing Time
04:21
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Why don't you come home now,
All your friends are here, and they're
waiting for you.
And why don't you come home now,
It's getting late I think it's going to rain.
Little disappointments falling from the sky.
Little birds a flight.
Impatient waiting, and celebrating out of turn.
Picking doubts, and little faults of my own.
And why don't you come home now,
I'm all alone, and I'm waiting for you.
And why don't you come home now,
It's far too late, and it's starting to rain.
The clock is the enemy, when it drags
you room to room,
Fracturing time out of tune.
And the lights go on buzzing no matter
what you do.
Nothing can kill what's eating you.
Picking doubts, and little faults of my own.
I'm hearing voices at my door, are you tricking me;
Did you forget your key?
It's a ghost draped in blue, and he's talking of you,
but he's talking to me.
In frantic disposition not knowing what to do.
Emotion flies away and it's just you.
Looking all around you for some help you cannot see,
Lord I will not leave her now
(Don't let go, don't let go)
Nothing black cars and flowers, and a
simple mass, just a simple mass.
Couldn't find you out there to bring you home,
now I'm all alone
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4. |
Persephone
04:12
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There's a rush of memory,
On a walk at midnight.
Visiting places not seen,
In day light.
A sort of magic entwined,
And you realize a silhouetted shadow,
At the places you took her.
A currency of emotion,
of units of the soul.
Of times now past,
Not but a week ago, oh no.
Place has changed, but you stare
blankly ahead.
Yellow street lights, navy blue skies.
Hidden tremors in the dark.
Distance of a mile, and you realize
a silhouetted shadow at the places you took her.
A currency of emotion,
of units of the soul.
Of times now past,
Not but a week ago, oh no.
Place has changed, but you stare
blankly ahead.
Your cigarette goes out, and you head
back home.
You figured it all out, we end up
alone.
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5. |
Spores
02:00
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N/A
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6. |
We
03:44
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I don't think we'll miss another day.
All fades to grey when nothings at stake.
Saddle up, our travel awaits.
I journey blind with a laboured start,
in hesitant mind, but with a made up heart.
So let these sirens know, they can't stop me
from going home.
It's not the journey but the destination,
for a Man so untried.
But not when you're by my side.
I journey blind with a laboured start,
in hesitant mind, but with a made up heart.
So let these Robbers know, they can't block me
from going home.
Over the hill and around the bend, I.
Can see the end.
A twisting course strengthens a spice,
And a good heart can too.
But through, and through I won't drop you.
I journey blind with a laboured start,
in hesitant mind, but with a made up heart.
So let this Monster know, He can't scare me away
from home.
Over the hill and around the bend, I.
Can see the end.
A dim lantern and stifled sight, hold it up
to see inside.
Instruct me now to swallow. my. pride.
I'm coming home,
I don't doubt we've found a place
afterall.
Sweet sounds, and lulling culls,
let the ground take my fall.
I'm coming home,
I don't doubt we've found a place
afterall, afterall.
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7. |
Wipe The Rust
03:02
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Wipe the rust from my eyes,
let me see the brand new skies.
Grab me by the toes and don't let go.
I don't want to know what I become,
I don't want to view my empty lungs.
And now grace my only friend let us
dance on, until the end.
You wipe the rust from my eyes
despite my sullen cries.
You dragged me by the toes even though
I wouldn't go.
Dust to dust we fail, no in this we cannot prevail.
As we wait for our friend, let us cheers
and not pretend.
So let's run from our past, though this lead it will
not last. Take me into your arms
let love disarm me.
Though the city blocks the stars,
no tower can harm our hearts.
Now grace our only cry, let it save us
When we die.
You wiped the rust from my eyes,
despite my sullen cries. You dragged me by
the toes, even though I wouldn't go.
You wiped the rust from my eyes,
said come back to the light.
You dragged from my cave, no shadows
to hide me.
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8. |
We (original version)
03:47
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I don't think we'll miss another day.
All fades to grey when nothings at stake.
Saddle up, our travel awaits.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I
took the one, less travelled.
It's not the journey but the destination,
For a man so untried, but not when
you're by my side.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I
took the one, less travelled.
I'm troubled though, I could not take both.
A twisting course strengthens a spice,
And a good heart can too.
But through, and through I won't drop you.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I
took the one, less travelled.
I'm troubled though, I could not take both.
A dim lantern and stifled sight, hold it up
to see inside.
Instruct me now to swallow. my. pride.
I'm coming home,
I don't doubt we've found a place
afterall.
Sweet sounds, and lulling culls,
let the ground take my fall.
I'm coming home,
I don't doubt we've found a place
afterall, afterall.
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