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Pivot
03:18
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No promises for us anymore
Given the history
I’m on a ledge of over, a fatal drop
Into a crimson sea
“You belong under duress,”
Fading - some form of innocence
“You belong to something else,
Static, forgotten.”
Translate tender into laughter
Something sinister
Until a broken charm lathers us
I’ll follow you the endth
A pivot, stance, sharp glance back at me
You said ‘I know you’ then -
“You belong under duress,”
Fading - some form of innocence
“You belong to something else,
Static, forgotten.”
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A Beacon Of Hope
04:23
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Felt a drop of rain, on a numbing pain
You were scratching your head up against it
I was taken a-back and given soup
Slung into a dairy and milked dry
Turned into a beacon of hope for the wrinkling mass
On a cavalcade down and bound
Turned into token of inaction, ((galloping forth))
Unlove, forget, until the shot
On a downward spiral impaled on a spire
You looked up and held grin and bled
I fell yet further, fantasised impact
A new experience for the last time
Sun dry the soil, whittle the toil
Throw in the rest and bring to the boil
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(Inaudible)
03:55
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With a passion in adhesive, and a leg in the parting sands
Opened up to a stranger, and flutter on
You go into the night, leaving dim hope flailing behind
I step into a glimpse of doubt, inaudibly you let it out
Getting over the antidote and missing the former pain
Overriding the feeling of missing the train
Fall in love in a cinema, fade into the end credits
Feet unsteady, over the head
You go into the night, leaving dim hope fading behind
I step into a glimpse of doubt, inaudibly you let it out
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Piñata
03:31
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Hope to see you, hoping to feel you down from the fence
Can’t remember last you decided on anything
Until you ran off into the darkness
In the hail and wonder, lacking agenda
You were due a check-in
Hope to see you, felon among the innocent
Due a cuffing, scrambling laughing, all in vain
And then you ran off into the dark
In the hail and wonder, lacking agenda
You were due a check-in from anyone else
Terrified and flailing for the piñata
Flung a token reason on the embers
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A Glimpse Of You
05:15
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Cut apart the bush I think that there’s something glowing
Cut away the thread, you never know, we might be slowing
Fell upon the stairs, floundered ascent
You’re super and sticious
Sudden and sure, waiting out
Gone steady and pure, oblivious
Touching unrest, hesitant
Going anyway
Golden and fading anyway
In an open field, couldn’t find the point of
Curiosity, harboured and nurtured
In a civil dive, couldn’t find the point of
Caution, foresight or hindsight
Caught between a glimpse of you
Clinging hoping to pull through
Clung traversing the great blue
Holding onto thoughts of you
Ever brittle, slip from the grip, untethering
Fractured right through, a paralysed look at you
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Gist
04:14
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Hot Flush
05:00
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Hot flush, reddening, naked until the sunrise
Flounder wonder and doubt, hope and dream of the day to
rise from the trough by the horses, into the ethereal
Tug at the heart strings and cling to an ankle
Rip at the gut, relentless
We’re overreacting and lapping it up
Jumping on the wagon
Bear hug, pressure, feeling the truth and struggling to breathe
Consciously
Under terrible notions, we took a swing and missed
You in the water, me in a sort of bliss
And rose from the trough with the horses, into a useless realm
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Sigh
03:24
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Don’t mind the unhinged raging bull at your unhinged gate
Hoof in snow, and none too slowed, a raging void of hate
Terrified of going stale in the meantime,
lose a limb or lose your will, it’s a mean time.
Honestly
I could strangle you!
Not really.
:’(
Of all the ways tested and tried, to be brought a sud
On a wimpy bay’s low tide, to linger in the mud
In hindsight you’re a spy for the days gone by
Bliss and tales of only good times, and at the end a sigh
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