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Robrash
03:56
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I used to ride with the crows
I used to call in the light
I used the happiest swirl
I said so come on
When you gonna come lover
When you gonna come lover
When you gonna come lover
And you kinda can see it
When you gonna come lover
When you gonna come love
Uh uh am I
Enough this time
Isn’t all am I
Enough this time
Face it down
When I come then I’ll love him
My sight set on the low
I faked it all
See if you were looking
I can’t stall it now
When you gonna come lover
When you gonna come lover
When you gonna come lover oh
And you kinda can see it
When you gonna come lover
When you gonna come love oh oh
Uh uh am I
Enough this time
Isn’t all am I
Enough this time
Not that I'm sure of it
Right or wrong
Right wrong I'm sure of it
So sure of it
I used to ride with the crows
It helped me comfort the lies
I was staring at the sun
And I said so c'mon
Uh uh am I
Enough this time
Isn’t all am I
Enough this time
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I’m writing poems on my phone
Still wasting time by chasing yours
Wonder will David ever fold?
It hasn’t changed, it doesn’t show
Oh what a perfect mess we made
Fighting with Mars in the modern age
And will he ever show his face
He doesn’t change, he doesn’t show
Oh, there’s a portrait on my wall
Of Moroder riding a white synthesizer
Oh, we’ve gone down that road before
ell me are you still on the run
Somewhere on earth?
I run to what I know
I’ve got no feeling anymore
The evenings slide from being bored
No gleaming past or future form
It hasn’t changed, it doesn’t show
Monotony by another name
You read the answers on my face
Some things are better left to say
I haven’t changed, it doesn’t show
Oh, there’s a portrait on my wall
Of Moroder riding a white synthesizer
Oh, we’ve gone down that road before
Tell me are you still on the run
Somewhere on earth?
I run solo
I run to what I know
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3. |
Evercall
02:03
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Memory stone
And when it all the takes hold
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I came across a cache of old photos
And invitations to teenage parties
“Dress in white” one said with quotations
From someone’s wife, a famous writer
in the nineteen-twenties
When you’re young you find inspiration
In anyone who’s ever gone
And opened up a closing door
She said: “We were never feeling bored”
Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: “Make amends”
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
When I went I left from the station
With a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said: “If you’re not careful
You’ll have nothing left and nothing to care for
In the nineteen-seventies”
But I sat back and looking forward
My shoes were high and I had scored
I bolted through a closing door
I would never find myself being bored
Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought then thought: “Make amends”
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend
And now I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some and here and some are missing
In the nineteen-nineties
I never dreamt that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
You’d be sitting somewhere here with me
Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought then thought: “Make amends”
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend
And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
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5. |
Slug
04:10
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We’re just a crumb that’s all
Are the tears that far?
This labyrinth how cruel
I only cry when numb
Hide all signs
The sighs hold true
An end to it
She always told me to be kind
You wipe away all slime
If it greets you lacking love
I must be making this up
I wish we were alone
She always told me to step aside
And wipe away all slime
Serpentry all men are slug
I must be making this up
I wish we were alone
Violence was all
Must I love so hard
Hide all signs
The sighs hold true
An end to it
She always told me to be kind
You wipe away all slime
If it greets you lacking love
I must be making this up
I wish we were alone
She always told me to step aside
And wipe away all slime
Serpentry all men are slug
I must be making this up
I wish we were alone
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