1. |
Canvases
05:23
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I'm burning out faster than
The tip of my cigarette this evening.
That's why I"m leaving.
The train leaves at nine, oh won't you comply,
I wish that you'd refuse to se me.
Oh you won't see me.
I've learned that it's rude to be
Anything you like with guarantee
Of such a fee.
So I can deny everything
That you have worked for in me.
In me.
In me, yeah.
I loved you when I knew it was rude to stare
And a kiss was obscene.
Break my throne and cut my hair,
Keep the madness out of reach.
Balloons go off like handguns in the
Middle of a crowd.
Contemporary artists filled our
Canvases with clouds.
I'll take you back to better times
Before we fought for days on end.
If not for flashlights and cop cars
The summer would not end.
And so I'm getting on this train
And I'm never looking back.
And I know in the morning
I will miss you.
So I sat down on the train,
Next to a burlesque girl called Kate.
And she was filled with hate.
I asked her where she was from, and where she was going
She said nowhere fast.
Sir, nowhere fast.
I'm burning out faster than
The tip of my cigarette this evening.
That's why I'm leaving.
So I can deny everything
That you have worked for
in me.
In me, yeah.
I loved you when I knew it was rude to stare
And a kiss was obscene.
Break my throne and cut my hair,
Keep the madness out of reach.
Balloons go off like handguns in the
Middle of a crowd.
Contemporary artists filled our
Canvases with clouds.
I'll take you back to better times
Before we fought for days on end.
If not for flashlights and cop cars
The summer would not end.
And so I'm getting on this train
And I'm never looking back.
And I know in the morning
I will miss you.
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2. |
Nobody
07:25
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Peering out of piercing eyes,
He tells a tale of catonic demise.
You are every one of us,
And so much more than everything, he cries.
And innocence is relative
To permanence you'll never live to see.
So make your last obsessions and
Prepare your last confessions, follow me.
Vampires and acrobats,
Computers and subway rats are
Ripping through my head.
And cocaine girls write melodies
of glorious fidelities I dread.
She says it as she's ripping me to shreds.
Madness makes a man become
a martyr in the war for black and white.
And solitary torture builds
a character of unrelenting fright.
So he lashes 'gainst the masses,
Carrying a flag of burning doubt.
It billows through the ashes 'till
The villages and cities are washed out.
Vampires and acrobats,
Computers and subway rats are
Ripping through my head.
And cocaine girls write melodies
Of glorious fidelities I dread.
She says it as she's ripping me to shreds.
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3. |
Fire
05:50
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I am not ready to give up on you just quite yet.
The summer sun hasn't set.
And if this ends while I'm asleep.
I pray to you my soul to keep.
And I don't see the reason why
You have not been there in my life.
It's not like we don't have the drive
To stay, to stay, to stay.
To stay, to stay, to stay.
Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I'm doing here.
The signs have made it very clear.
That I should leave while I've the chance.
To spill my drink and break my glass.
And I don't see the reason why
You have not been there in my life.
It's not like we don't have the drive
To stay, to stay, to stay.
Fire will lead you there.
Fire will lead you there.
Fire will lead you there.
So stay.
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4. |
Gabriel
03:35
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Gabriel, where are you wings now?
A book that I once read said you can fly.
Gabriel, don't look to sad now.
You fell from the world of the diving.
Gabriel (890,380,948 times)
Gabriel, you stole the righteous life I lead.
Took your leave, your love, your life, and then her hand.
But how can I compete with an angel from above?
It's meant to be, you conquer with your love.
Gabriel (∞ times)
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5. |
Silver & Gold
04:00
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Revolving the world sleeps in matted clumps
At your feet, at the foot of your bed.
You're racing to keep up with thoughts that
You may never have again in your head.
And it's not too late, too late
To take back your fevered words of dormancy.
And it's not too late, too late
To get back off your feet and start again.
When the lies that we sell to the masses are
stranger than the fictions we hold,
We lie to ourselves and to others and
Trade morality for silver and gold.
And it's been this way, this way
Human nature cannot be swayed.
Yeah it's been this way, this way
So get back off your feet and start again.
Cause if you don't have the time, you will never have the time to
Free yourself from the things that bind you.
Take it out and take it out, and lay it out and
Be the map that gets you lost and you will find that
All is not in place.
Yeah all is not in place.
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