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Years On Me
04:08
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Never have I seen, that someone like you could look at me like that. But I don't feel even half as bad as I thought to feel.
Only scenes I've got to see, are the ones that tore me down. And I'm tired and twice as used as supposed to be.
You can see the years on me.
All the greed, that made you bleed, you just turned into pride. As you bound into the self-applause for the wounds you made.
And the needs you pushed at me, were enough to keep you pleased, but my troubled mind would not remind who I used to be.
You can see the years on me.
I won't be here when you're looking for me. It's a certain thing.
Time you took granted was simply enough to change my will.
I won't be here when you're looking for me. It's a certain thing. Certain thing. Time you took granted was simply enough to change my will. Change my will.
I won't be here when you're looking for me. It's a certain thing. Certain thing. Time you took granted was simply enough to change my will. Change my will. Change my will.
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Liars Dice
04:04
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I can't recall amount of those times you chose to let me down.
Nine lies to make that one right. And still push your mistakes under my name.
You should know it's you. Those things you say are not so blue.
If that's what's true to you, it's not the same for me and you.
I hear your words but meaning behind lies empty and numb.
Lost in your ignorance, it's easy to go along the liars dice.
It's only you. Those things you say are not blue.
If that's what's true to you, it's not the same for me and you.
It's only you. Those things you say are not blue.
If that's what's true to you, it's not the same for me and you.
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Close the Door
02:10
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Make a couple empty reasons, crash the door and walk in. Tell me how I'm wrong and you're right. Make a big thing out of blue about something, that seemed to be alright.
With a perfect lack of foresight, you treat me like a fool. In a vicious cycle round and out we spin oh yeah. And I said: Why won't you take me away?
When we crossed that line?
Why won't you hear the things I'm dreaming of?
Just a shallow water. Mess we create.
Pick an excuse well enough, put a grin upon your face. Tell me how I'm wrong and you're right. Tell me how I'm wrong in your eyes. No. No that's not right.
Blinded by the excuse. Suffused by the shame we filled our bath where I found us sinking since the day I met you. And I say: Please close the door as you go.
When we crossed that line?
Why won't you hear the things I'm dreaming of?
Just a shallow water. Mess we create.
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4. |
The Occurrence
04:04
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Decay
04:35
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Dust and decay. Ghost that is holding my hand.
More that I know, the less I regret. I've been told, that what I'm not. Because of decisions I make.
But least of them all, I thought I would see this again.
It's the place that I've been living in.
As the step on the floorboard sing.
Let me hear what I used to hear.
Before I'm past.
Seems like it's still so easy. To forget. To hear what I say.
Bleak mist remains and no one is holding my hand.
Deep silent sways. And slowly I'm breathing again.
Tread gone unknown. Derailed from the course on my way.
Distance divides myself from the day I go old.
It's the place that I've been leaving.
Since the day I started breathing in.
Let me be when my time is near.
Before I'm past.
Seems like it's still so easy. To forget. To hear what I say.
Seems like it's still so easy. To forget. To mean what I say.
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6. |
Sungazer
03:28
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When the creatures of night are leaving.
It's the warmth of the sun we're greeting.
But we'll never get away alive hear.
As the time takes a part it seems clear.
Sungazer.
At the end of the day believing.
'Til the rays of the dawn we're grieving.
But we're never gonna touch the light here.
As the sun comes, it all becomes clear.
Sungazer.
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7. |
Blues
05:24
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I wish I could dream again.
I wish I could dream.
I wish you could dream again.
I wish you could dream.
I wish I could be my friend.
I wish I could be me.
I wish I could dream again.
I wish I could dream.
I wish I could dream again.
I wish I could be me.
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