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your only way today
03:48
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well we're picking the brains at an egotists lunch
and we're sat on the virtues as harbingers punch
thier message through a squabble as towns turn to dust
never settled or ending or never giving up
to the tourists, to the labour, to the half eaten slabs
of the meat of the stories turned rancid and bad
and all our old glories would settle down fast
like a child that's been scolded and told to do maths
in the instant of a second a habitual act
in the presence of a premise of some told to you fact
is the essence of necessity a recipe that lacks?
is what you need, is what you have
your only way today?
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bookends
03:56
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return of the jiddu
02:45
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shackles
01:15
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i believe in blasphemy
only a question to words you see
ages spoken, lineage tree
for some ideas evolve slowly
when thinking of you i think of me
and put upon you all i can see
to roam to wander scenery
takes us beyond her, him or me
saw me smiling bright as the day
to calm the tempest, freeing the slaves
thinking shackles upon this day
will fall away
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trampled lips
05:05
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well my lips y'know they fell down there to the floor
my blood it moves like a bullet train and this must be the gun
although it's raining cold outside
there's a fire in your eyes warmer than you realise
well i only just moved up here to say
you know you can't always get your way
the broken hearts, the bullet holes, trampled lips, the embers glow
and up and down and round and round this carnival town it can go
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hope springs eternal
03:42
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molecules
05:55
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when all is gone and there's no one to say
what exists beyond this material grave
descending bending energy rays
heat the bones and fire the brains in this world
and what's to say and what's to do
if evolving only to confuse ourselves
it's light today, hail the sun
thats sits us down and makes us run
and oh, beauty does lie within
molecules, sun kissed skin,
glassy eyes, the way we live,
the infinate
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