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Autumn Sun
03:58
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Autumn sun on my face
Shining in the window of this empty place
Shadows move across the floor
We don’t live here any more
Boats are sailing to the bay
Clouds are moving through the sky
There is nothing left to say
Doesn’t really matter why
The day you planted all those flowers outside
You worked yourself so hard you almost cried
I was oblivious to you inside
Autumn passes - the flowers die
I want to tell you about this dream I had
You were smiling next to me in bed
Then I woke up in that empty place
Nothing beside me, just an empty space
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The Dark
04:45
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Lie in the dark - darker than dark
The fireworks - fire in the blackness
My head - the blood dread
Oh - we’re in the Dead Zone
Dusty flickering filaments
Light bulb flash on and off
Light of misery - flash of anxiety
Oh - we’re in the Dead Zone
Low ebb: we’re in the Dead Zone
Low ebb: dead.
Eight feet glass wall
Between you and me
Oh, is that all?
My head - and the blood dread.
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Primordial
02:21
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And always the girls face in the sunlight
And she is looking at you as the sun shines through her hair
Sun glints on the camera lens
Softly the chords breathe
Such a subtle sound of sunlight
Hum of summer one more time
This scene that never was
This scene that always is because it’s primordial
In the sunlight
And she is looking at you as the sun shines through her hair
In the close shot
And she is smiling at you as the lens of the camera blurs
This scene that never was
This scene that always is because it’s primordial
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No Friends Of Yours
05:07
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No friends of yours
No friends of yours
Closing of doors means we’re no friends of yours
No friends of yours
No friends of yours
The cut and the cure means we’re no friends of yours
Get out of your head
And what you think we said
We gave you everything we gave you left it for dead
No friends of yours
No friends of yours
Silence of words means we’re no friends of yours
No friends of yours
No friends of yours
The closing of doors means we’re no friends of yours
No friends of yours
No friends of yours
The cut and the cure means no friends of yours
How you like me now?
Caring when nobody’s left around
Stuck in my head
Alliances vanished and broken and dead
Can you hear me now?
Mirror’s got something to say to me about
Words that I use that I don’t understand
Like “closing” and “cutting” and “curing” and “friend”
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Tonight
04:04
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How did we get here?
Where do I go from here?
None of the choices seemed like choices at all
Stagnated in fear: my back to the wall
Across the river the city lights up
The lights in the water - it’s never enough
It’s a beautiful moon in a beautiful sky
So white and clear and the air is so cold tonight
Tonight!
The streets are full of desperation pulling me down, down!
Years of tortured voices yelling
Telling myself to “Rise! Rise!”
Now I am alone tonight
Tonight!
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