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Coast To Coast
03:46
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On my own and out of sight,
I leave the fighting to the young and reckless,
My head it floats through the fists and falls
Back to when we strolled,
You held my arm, you wore my coat,
My coat of arms was gleaming,
Never to be bolder
On we rolled,
Decked out in green
and good to go,
In my head I'm still there
Never to be older
Don't mind me dear,
I'm tired and I want to go home
Lone I float,
As toe to toe and cheek to cheek,
We lost ourselves that evening
The bitter cold never felt so warm
Now I sail the white old isles
And coast to coast,
We'll meet again my sweethearts,
I don't know where but I do know when
Don't mind me dear,
I'm tired and I want to go home
[All I know, all I know, you never know]
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Souvenir
02:28
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Someone put a rock through this mirrored ceiling
Someone make a bed of the shards
Lay me down one more time
Someone take a paintbrush to the amber skin
In my eyes
She could never be restored
Only touched up.
She opens up her children's eyes and she asks me again:
How would you like to be paid?
(Love is in a backstreet sewer with a tangled face)
Your eyes, two dancers on twisting floors, like
A cheap souvenir that I bought,
On a medicinal line,
And then betrothed to be mine
Sins, awash with the fall,
My fingers could not find their way to the door
She opens up her children's eyes and she asks me again:
How would you like to be paid?
(Love is in a backstreet sewer with a tangled face)
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Sandchild (Live At LCM)
03:30
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Seeing as
Tired won't rise,
to be anything more
Blurred lines
Echoing eyes,
Vacant answers the call
Lifeboats growing old,
Staple-fixed to the shore
How about a story?
That's the wrong way to die
That's the wrong way to die
Lucky you,
Sandchild,
Growing old
Staple-fixed to the shore
If your life flashed by
You'd watch just for the gore
Feeding on, you're feeding on
Feeding on the waste.
I know it never rains,
But be that as it may,
That's the wrong way to die
Floating in the calm,
Pulling on my arm
Unbeknown to all these wondering eyes
Keep the water warm,
You're still before you're born
Unbeknown to all these wondering eyes.
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Collisions (Live At LCM)
04:12
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I have stood by and watched you
Climb into this hole,
And now we're here,
What's the use of a conscience to anyone?
I have done, I have done
More than could be asked
Then done more
And in the morning perhaps you'll hear the penny drop
Knowing I'm rich where you're poor
And if you don't feel like moving on
You'd best get used to it
I'm young and innocent, naïve,
You'll believe what you choose to believe
You can't argue with idiots or reason with thieves.
You're not innocent,
You're not all,
That you claim, when the night started falling,
You seemed to forget that we've been here before,
You lost your bottle
And I took the fall
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Tall Grass (Live At LCM)
07:48
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Tall grass, torn clothes and b-roads
Stories to make you wish
For old tales,
Read to you in uniform
Soft light
Of windows and gameshows
A chance to escape the polls
And win your 'cruise for two around the world'
Strange place
To feel the effects of,
Floods that have broken banks
And left scars
Thirty years away or more
Lined up in neat rows
Fairytales and all the rest, need not be told
No-one has the need to know
Tall grass, torn clothes and b-roads
Fairytales and all the rest
Ought not be told,
Ought not be shoved down my throat like a medicine
Pain, a culture's obsession with fame, shame
A culture's obsession with all these things, all these things
I despise.
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