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| 1. |
| 5:39 | 
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I put my hands
Where your wings should be I put my feet Where the earth should be And I can't see very far And when you said that you were dead I hung on Something I feel You are an angel, or maybe you could've been Something out here You are an angel, or maybe you could've been I've got this light Hangs over me I've got this fear Cuts into me And I can't see very far And when you said that you were dead I hung on Something I feel You are an angel, or maybe you could've been Something out here You are an angel, or maybe you could've been See how they run And nobody said you would go See how they fall And I can't see very far And when you said that you were dead I hung on Something I feel You are an angel, or maybe you could've been Something out here You are an angel, or maybe you could've been See how they run You are an angel See how they run All the same, all the same Something out here You are an angel |
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| 2. |
| 6:43 |
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I think of Venus
Sinking down into the sea And what it is To be alone and have nothing I don't know why you Want to leave this space between Is it easier To be alone and have nothing You and me and everyone Throwing fire at the sun I put my hands up Lay my weapons down I know that I was stupid I was wrong You and me and everyone Throwing fire at the sun If I listen There's something deeper that speaks If we reach out Maybe we could make a little peace You and me and everyone Throwing fire at the sun Remember stealing Oranges and how they bled And you're the one who Showed me how to touch myself You and me and everyone Throwing fire at the sun Blood is a river, ties you to me Blood is a river, ties everyone Blood is a river, ties you to me Blood is a river, ties everyone Ties everyone Ties everyone |
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| 3. |
| 5:26 |
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I'm talking to strangers
To see what I feel, Your face is changing now And nothing seems real. These things I know Are like a baby how they grow in me; I pull them out Just like a baby for you to see them all. I'm talking to strangers To see what I need; This love between us now, How it's twisting in me. I want to get it out, I want to feel the breathing, I want to really love, I want to know the meaning, I want to share all these things. These things I know Are like a baby how they grow in me I pull them out Just like a baby for you to see them all These things I know Are like a baby how they grow in me I pull them out Just like a baby for you to see them all |
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| 4. |
| 6:04 |
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On the Vermont Transit Bus I leaned my arm into a little chink of sun,
Going somewhere older than I was, Strapped into something tight, keeping me small. I dug into you like rock climbing; Too scared of coming down, Too scared of going up, Too scared of rockface. I should've split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something, But I was good, and your father's little pancakes So round and perfect and me sitting up too straight, Laughing in wrong places, kissing you, Kissing up, kissing too soon. When the cock crows When the morning comes where will I go? When the cock crows When the love is gone where will I go? And when you got me pregnant I stopped the party and I stopped the typewriter and I stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn and I Stopped your father and bled instead. And I felt the lie - something sticky on the inside, A bitter wind in my throat, Stopping me wanting, In my stomach, in my head and you said Sugar sugar, you couldn't come come Sugar sugar, without your mother Sugar sugar, you couldn't taste it Sugar sugar, in my throat. When the cock crows When the morning comes where will I go? When the cock crows When the love is gone where will I go? |
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| 5. |
| 3:20 |
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I carry you with me,
A ghost inside And in these shattered arms, You're still alive. I carry you with me, A holy shrine And dogs and angels follow Right behind. Could I be walking higher, Could I be right beside her? The bones they buried, Will feed the trees But every word you ever spoke, Is still in me. Could I be walking higher, Could I be right beside her? And I will feel for you in the music, And I will send that river home. And I will cry for you sometimes, When the night is down. And I raise my head up to the mountains, Talk to the birds and I fly, 'Cause the spirit lives on, When the body dies. And could I be walking higher, Could I be right beside her? Could I be walking higher, Could I be right beside her? |
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| 6. |
| 4:46 |
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It gets inside you like the sun
It makes you wet just like the rain makes you sound so sentimental oh its a lovely kind of pain I used to dream I used to dream about Verona I used to dream I used to dream about Verona And if there ever was an earthquake I’d go down in the earth with you and if there ever was an avalanche I’d landslide down with you I used to dream I used to dream about Verona I used to dream I used to lean over and side of boat and get hypnotised by the water It’s up in the trees it’s up to me. It’s out of the blue, out to you. I used to dream, I used to dream about verona. Yeah romeo you are priceless, lifeless, Skipping star to scar to star. I used to dream you’d be Slipping, slipping from me. Burning, breathing, breathing, Sleeping, in me. I used to lean over the side of the boat And get hypnotised by the water and dream. Slipping, slipping, slipping, Slipping from me. Burning, burning, breathing, Sleeping in me. |
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