1. |
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[Instrumental]
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It can't stop now
The signs keep changing on me
Like a shimmering bell
Long waves enveloping me
And my plastic mind
So chewed and shrinking all the time
Feels it whirling by
Morning, afternoon then night
And I can't get down
If I don't feel right
Polishing off the sand
Lay by me
And we'll erode
As gently as we can
Into the twilight
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3. |
Truant Kids - Brian Eno
03:44
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So tired, soul searching
I followed sounds to a cathedral
Imagine my surprise to find
That they were produced by Brian Eno
Past the gates, quite stark
The roses trimmed and the windows dark
I see the walls through a limestone crack
Not red not blue not yellow but black
And all the spaces left for you
If the sky was synthesized, you'd probably know
He taught me many things
The wisdom of oblique stratagems
The prophet of a sapphire soul
Presented through creative freedoms
And everything I say is true
Because if I was telling lies, it'd probably show
I can tell when he's kind of smiling
But what does he know? (What does he know?)
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno (Brian Eno)
When I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses
Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses
My whole foundation came unglued
When I tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping swords in metaphors, yeah, but what does he know?
(What does he know?)
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno (Brian Eno)
Brian Eno (Brian Eno)
He promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of
Brian Peter George St. John Le Baptiste de la Salle Eno
Well, all alone by the oldest stone where the shade trees grow
(What does he know?)
The creature by the water feature with the ghostly glow
(Brian Eno)
Making sure that time's preserved well, we reap what we sow
(What does he know?)
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno (Brian Eno)
Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well, yeah, but what does he know?
(What does he know?)
I'm always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno
(Brian Eno)
Yeah, he dips swords in metaphors yeah, but what does he know?
(What does he know?)
I'd like to see him plant a forest, because I don't know
Brian Eno
I can tell that he's trying to smile, but what does he know?
(What does he know?)
I'll always be a step behind him, Brian Eno
(Brian Eno) Yeah
He's making sure that time's preserved well, we reap what we sow
(What does he know?)
I'm always one step behind him, because I don't know
What Brian Enos
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Dead in the water, it's not a paid vacation
The sons and daughters of city officials attend demonstrations
It's hardly a sink or swim when all is well if the ticket sells
Out with a whimper, it's not a blaze of glory
You look down from your temple as people endeavor to make it a story
And chisel a marble word, but all is lost if it's never heard
But I've got someone to make reports that tell me how my money's spent
To book my stays and draw my blinds so I can't tell what's really there
And all I need's a great big congratulations
I'll keep your dreams, you pay attention for me
As strange as it seems, I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me
The ground may be moving fast but I tied my boots to a broken mast
The difference is clear, you throw it in your cauldron
Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn, Steinways and Baldwins
You start with a simple stock of all the waste and salt to taste
But damn my luck and damn these friends that keep on combing back their smiles
I save my grace with half-assed guilt and lay down the quilt upon the lawn
Spread my arms and soak up congratulations
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5. |
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Days that got away
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6. |
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Hi-Fi fellas and Lo-Fi chicks
Hair is how we take you there
Bones is how we make it now
Now I'm after a walking disaster
We live life we live it large
In control and taking charge
You are soft and we are hard
You don't desire to step to our fire
We live life we live it large
In control and taking charge
You are soft and we are hard
You don't desire to step to our fire, go
You're gonna know if you keep on asking questions
You're gonna know real soon
You say, "Hey, I never fall"
As you're falling down
Your blood is all around you now
But you see nothing at all
You say, "hey" you get against the wall
Yeah, you get against the wall
You're gonna know if you keep on asking questions
Said, you're gonna know real soon
You say, "Hey, I never fall"
As you're falling down
Your blood is all around you now
But you see nothing at all
You say, "hey" you get against the wall
Yeah, you get against the wall
It's just the way the city smells
It's just the way the rain falls now
We be the Ritalin calm you down
We be the Ritalin calm you down
It's just the way you talk so loud
It's just the way the bones fall down
We be the Ritalin calm you down
We be the Ritalin calm you down, alright
We love you in Glacial Ways
You're gonna know if you keep on asking questions
You're gonna know real soon
You say, "Hey, I never fall"
As you're falling down
Your blood is all around you now
But you see nothing at all
You say, "hey" you get against the wall
Yeah, you get against the wall
You're gonna know if you keep on asking questions
Said, you're gonna know real soon
You say, "Hey, I never fall"
As you're falling down
Your blood is all around you now
But you see nothing at all
You say, "hey" you get against the wall
Yeah, you get against the wall
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7. |
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The deals we made to shake things up
And the rights that they abused
Might just fuck us over
But the doors won't shut until they're sure
There's nothing left to use
Someone's taking over
Threw it away, but now I say
It's time to hand it over
The joke's worn thin, the king stepped in
Now we'll see who is who
Look who's bending over
But the stars weren't wrong, the time felt right
We both knew it was true
The smart ones exit early
And the rest hope for a shoulder
If we lose our touch, it won't mean much
If everyone's confused
Which door do we open?
It's the same old trick, they played their hand
Now there's one thing left to do
It's time (Hand it over)
It's yours and it's mine (Hand it over)
One thing on my mind (Hand it over)
It's rightfully mine (Hand it over)
In the dark (Hand it over)
What's yours is mine (Hand it over)
Mm, make it right (Hand it over)
And give me what's mine (Hand it over)
Oh, this time (Hand it over)
It's yours and mine (Hand it over)
Hey, it's time to hand it over
Just give me what's mine (Hand it over)
Mm, anytime (Hand it over)
It's yours and it's mine (Hand it over)
Oh, I need time (Hand it over)
No, no, it's rightfully mine (Hand it over)
Oh, anytime
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8. |
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Save all your bells, bells don't mean a thing
Ring through the windows and the walls
But I am not your home, I am not your home
I am not your home
Can't catch the light, can't get the heat
Can't hear the noise from near a street
'Cause I am not your home, I am not your home
I am not your home
Pass through the locks, speak with your blue tongue
I'll split the vessel in two
But I am not your home, I am not your home
I am not your home
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9. |
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Who is much more than a friend
But never by my side?
All beginnings are an end
In the blackness there’s a light
Maybe you will only read
One or two letters at the most
Shipping crates might line the streets
Every stranger is a ghost
Cashiers won’t deduct the pain
Loneliness sleeps on the couch
Only noticing the stain
Once the color’s faded out
Let’s go camping in the cold
Make a fire, buy a tent
Envision leather getting old
Re-send pigeons that were sent
Try to memorize your smell
It reminds me of a field
Crickets clearer than a bell
Have all their guts recast in steel
Birds don’t cry when echoes quit
They trail off into the fog
Autumn hurts far less than sticks
Knowing winter’s five feet tall
Generations of defeat
All assuming you're the worst
They never tied the cans
To the back end of a hearse
Take your hand against my own
If there’s a finger I can grip
Reassure me at the ace
Mine’s a black heart you could flip
I’ve come to terms with what I have
What’s been given, what’s been asked
Turn my back against the sea
And beg the serpent for a dance
But in the red dirt muddy towns
Celebration of the dark
Children walking hand in hand
With the pygmies in zee park
I can’t touch you only once
You always leave me wanting more
So keep my feet within the house
And stick my toes just past the door
Let me know when I’m in love
Let me die when I’m in love
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10. |
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I like the line between your belly and your thighs
(Rollin’ on, rollin’ on)
The smell of your hair, the sparkle in your eyes
(Rollin’ on, rollin’ on)
The smoke in your breath, the breathing hard and heavy
The back of your neck, the shine on your Chevy
The moon was so big when I drove it to the levy, girl
(Rollin’ on, rollin’ on)
I found blood and I saw stars
All in the backseat of your car
And I told you it was love
But you don't wanna know the truth
I’m a young man in my prime
And my heart still filled with fear
And it goes on clear
The clean dreams, the sexy limousine
(Rollin’ on, rollin’ on)
Jason's got the energy, he used to be a coke fiend
(Rollin’ on, rollin’ on)
The skinny brown arms coming out of your shirt
Heart is in the right place, brain is in the dirt
You live life like everyone's an enemy
(Rollin’ on, rollin’ on)
I found blood and I saw stars
All in the backseat of your car
And I told you it was love
But you don't wanna know the truth
I’m a young man in my prime
With my heart still filled with fear
And it goes on clear
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11. |
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In the afternoon
Yellow curtains drawn
Designed with comfort in mind
Glowering into the night
Feel like letting go
The final resting place
The house cat knows when it's time
To enter another phase
But you looked sad
In a reassuring way
And I don't want to leave
So we can both be the same
In the afternoon
Modern sovereignty
The sunlight stopped coming through
And we lost the game
Brains like nesting dolls
Plotting their escape
The doorman sees you're alone
He can't seem to find your name
But you, my friend
Know problems can't be solved
They don't understand
That somehow it's all the same
And somehow it's all the same
Relief is like candy
The sweetest kind of love
Who'd guess that I'd feel this way?
Like a kid in a candy store
A kid in a candy store
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12. |
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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13. |
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Breathing in the dark, lying on its side
The ruins of the dead painted with a scar
And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try
The feelings start to rot one wink at a time
Forgiving who you are for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded
Horrified with each stone
On the stage, my little dark age
Picking through the cards, knowing what's nearby
The carvings on the face say they find it hard
And the engine's failed again, all limits of disguise
The humor's not the same, coming from denial
I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
If you get out of bed and find me standing
All alone, open-eyed
Burn the page, my little dark age
I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
You know that if it hides, it doesn't go away
If I get out of bed, you'll see me standing
All alone, horrified
On the stage, my little dark age
Giddy with delight, seeing what's to come
The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind
Policemen swear to God, love's seeping from the guns
I know my friends and I would probably turn and run
If you get out of bed, come find us heading
For the bridge, bring a stone
All the rage, my little dark age
I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
If you get out of bed and find me standing
All alone, open-eyed
Burn the page, my little dark age
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14. |
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Not everyone can be like me and Michael
The only problem is forgetting which side you're on
So you think, the burning light will reappear on summer nights
Like all the rest, but they can't find out
In every scene, it's me and Michael
Imaginary bombs, raining down from the clouds
So it seems, the danger signs will never let the feelings die
When all the best and brightest have gone
Me and Michael
Solid as they come
Me and Michael
It's not a question now
Binary stars sink, like the setting sun
Too happy with ourselves to notice when the change had come
So you think, the losing side would never break dividing lines
But sanctity wasn't in doubt
Me and Michael
Solid as they come
Me and Michael
It's not a question now
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15. |
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It can't pay attention
What slips into the system
A light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep
Don't sympathize with the mystery disease
All it is is a feeling
Pain in a dress too revealing
A lost bond
An old friend who likes what it sees
You can't shake off the mystery disease
Lovers in a past life
Meet in the street close to midnight
A last look
Sweet like the end of a dream
Then fall back into the mystery disease
Go on, tell your symptoms to me
It's not in any of the books you can read
It's no fun to face what you don't get to be
But what's one more to the mystery disease?
Floating impatience
Snuffs my limited sapience
Black smoke as soon as the pressure's released
Deep space sighs, the Mystery Disease
Consumed by a weakness
Cut with perpetual unrest
You see stars, sunsets blurred through a screen
Trap what you want
Waste what you need
And when the west wind sweeps through the leaves
Emperors of history fall to their knees
Small fronds can't see the wood for the trees
Left in the dust of the mystery disease
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16. |
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Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base?
Don't you know about the temperature change in the cold black shadow?
Are you mad at your walls or hoping that an
Unknown force can repair things for you?
Pardon all the time that you've thrown into your pale gray garden?
If your ship will never come, you gotta move along
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder the waves of black
If she's going under, I can hold my breath 'til the sky comes back
Or drown like a rat
He's a rat
To catch a monster, we make a movie
Set the tempo and cut and cut its brains out
It will inspire on the burning pyre
Half the distance, half the motion
Communication is easy as the ocean
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17. |
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When the world has turned, paralyzed and wrong
Cold-blooded claws never offered anything at all
Past the point of love, shattered and untied
Waiting to pick up the pieces that make it all alright
But pieces of what?
Pieces of what?
Pieces of what
Doesn't matter anymore
Moonlight on my floor, shinin' through the roof
They got the city surrounded, as if I needed proof
I forgot my fear, feelings on the rise
Buried by all of the pieces fallin' from the sky
But pieces of what?
Pieces of what?
Pieces of what
We used to call home
Pieces of what
We used to call home
Lay my dragon's teeth and shallow water steel
At the Belgian gates, I waited for my meal
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18. |
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There's plenty of girls in the sea
And plenty of seeds in a lemon
The trick is to try to stay free
When it's never that great to begin with
The surgeon performs precise little cuts
But he's never perfect, he's thinking too much
Oh, and it's really no comfort to me
There's plenty of girls in the sea
There's plenty of girls in the sea
And plenty of those are not women
As soon as you get yourself free
Then somebody stops you from swimming
The lifeguard admits, his whistle in hand
That it isn't the muscle, and it isn't the tan
No it's whatever you want it to be
There's plenty of girls in the sea
Ah the passionate painter will say with a brush:
"It's best to accept it and not make a fuss
Oh, Just cause the grass isn't green"
Yeah, there's plenty of girls in the sea
There's plenty of girls in the sea
And plenty of clowns in the village
The trick is to try to be free
And tend to the void, don't just fill it
The bartender concedes, from inside his vest
That none of the best ones were ever the best
So keep it short, simple and sweet
Cause there's plenty of girls in the sea
(Plenty of girls) in the sea
Yeah, there's plenty of girls in the sea
(Plenty of girls) in the sea
Oh, there's plenty of girls in the sea
(Plenty of girls) in the sea
Yeah, there's plenty of girls in the sea
(Plenty of girls)
Whenever you want there to be
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19. |
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[Part I]
Sleep as the goer
The bridge that watches the light speed through
And cries while the spirit stumbles
The inside missile for the protection of you
Maybe it's silent
The voice can't bear any more strain
But speaks without even knowing
And streams outside in the direction of truth
[Part II]
There's no reason there's no secrets to decode
If you can't save it, leave it dying on the road
Wide open arms can feel so cold
So cold, feel so cold
[Part III]
Balance the books, the ledges, the looms
The disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon
Let's see it with shadows enhanced
And then vote to decide who'll advance
Silver jet plane making a turn
Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed
If you're conscious you must be depressed
Or at least cynical
But someone might still eat the steaks
Even if they're tough
Spending the day, chewing at the fat
Floating away isn't rough but it's not enough
Oh Marianne, pass me the joint
The sandpaper's tan, go-getters are surfing the point
And London's a scratch on the lens
It's over before it begins
Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders
The older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick
But really there's no trip at all
That doesn't result in a fall
Or a faltering
But something could spit out the bait
Even if it's real
Rolling away, missing a spoke
Close to the ground like a wheel, but it's not a joke
Holding the line, clutching the phone
Nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right
It's not right
Smelling for blood, praying for rain
Running away isn't rough, but it's not enough
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20. |
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Someone's telling the toll to me
I'm cut and weeping like a rubber tree
But I don't care who's left behind
Lost revelations that I'll never find
In the long hall, pipes are whispering
Blues prepared for anti-christening
Somewhere there's an honest soul
To mirror teeth where neon lures troll
And what's extinct might come alive
A purple smoke in some internal shrine
With a long sigh let the hissing in
Stones deformed by gentle kissing and
All the closed eyes start to glisten
But it feels like someone's missing
It feels like someone's missing
Yeah, it feels like someone's missing
It feels like someone's missing
Feels like someone's missing
Yeah, it feels like someone's missing
It feels like someone's missing
It feels like someone's missing
Feels like someone's missing
Yeah, it feels like someone's missing
It feels like someone's missing
Yeah, it feels like someone's missing
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21. |
Voodle - The Handshake
04:36
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I just shook the handshake, I just sealed the deal
I'll try not to let them take everything they can steal
People always told me, said, "Don't forget your roots"
I know I can feel them underneath my leather boots
You toss all the mornings lost to the clouds
And you watch it go
Your fair weather friends on a parachute binge
Get lost when the wind blows
The handshake's stuck on the tip of my tongue
It tastes like death but it looks like fun
I was a loner, I was just waiting by myself
When you, warped temptress, rose to bring me happiness and wealth
Black tears, black smile, black credit cards and shoes
You can call all the people you want, but it's you who's being used
Under your black eyes, honey, right beneath your nose
A curse on all creation, every single thing you know
White smoke, white light, white marble on the floor
It would only take a few seconds of darkness to figure out what's in store
Little girl
You convince yourself that you want it
But you don't know
You keep on tryin' to wash the blood from your hands
But it won't go
We're gonna keep you on the run
We got the handshake under our tongue
We got the handshake
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22. |
JunkInTheYard - TSLAMP
04:24
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Time spent sitting all alone, time spent looking at my phone
Time spent sitting all alone, time spent looking at my phone
I try to pull the curtains back, turn you off but can't detach
When all I want and all I know is time spent looking at my phone
(On my phone)
Find me when the lights go down, signing in and signing out
Gods descend to take me home and find me staring at my phone
I'm wondering where the hours went as I'm losing consciousness
My sullen face is all aglow, time spent looking at my phone
Last thing that you need is the new shiny feature
All the memories you've shared, devoured by perverted creatures
Nothing can compete with the first time you saw her
Passing strangers on the street, spending every moment looking at their phones
(On my phone)
Time spent sitting all alone, time spent looking at my phone
Time spent sitting all alone, time spent looking at my phone
I call you, you don't call me back, almost had a heart attack
I'm listening to the window moan, time spent looking at my phone
Clouds are getting full, so you close all the windows
I would never let you die, even if our love is ornamental
You know what you need is a way to remember
You can never find the time if you spend everyday looking at your phone
You should come with me, we can lose ourselves in nothing
Copy faces from the feed and then try to turn them into something
Even if you choose to believe that it's ending
You'll come back to me again, you can go ahead and stop pretending
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23. |
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Evil $, I, yes, to find a shore
A beast that doesn't quiver anymore
And we could crush some plants to paint my walls
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was too lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much
Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love
Christ is cursed of fathers and martyrs
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Givin' us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
But it's difficult to win unless you're bored
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
Try to break my heart, I'll drive to Arizona
It might take a hundred years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior (huh)
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound of light and love
I'm a curse and I'm a sound when I open up my mouth
There's a reason I don't win, I don't know how to begin
I'm a curse and I'm a sound when I open up my mouth
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24. |
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Unseen putting pods
Love affair softly
The volunteer move in
Hold out
I'm awake this time, found our world is falling leaves
Put a number into my mind
If you squint your eyes, patterns look like a veneer
Who is counting all the lines?
Don't talk and it's bad, say the code, for you'll return
Never worked more than the next guy
Places never learned how to shake the gentle night
Who is counting all the lines?
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25. |
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Here’s the deal
Open your eyes
Your life is a lie
Don’t say a word
I’ll tell you why
You’re living a lie
Your life is a lie
But you deny
You ever lied
Wondering why
Bury your life
Count your friends
On your hands
Now look again
They’re not your friends
Hold your breath
Everyone left
No surprise
Living a lie
Tell your wife
This is your life
Your life is a lie
This is your wife
Now she knows
She understands
Her life is a lie
Nobody wins
Try not to cry
You’ll survive
On your own
Lessons in life
Your life is a lie
Now there’s no time
Wondering why
Where in the world
Is that girl?
He knows it’s alright
To live a life
Waiting to die
Not knowing that
Your life is a lie
Wondering why
Nobody writes
Hollow inside
Periods in light
Fire and ice
Your life is a lie
Your life is a lie
Your life is a lie
Your life is a lie
On your own
One more time
Your life is a lie
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