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You can hear the room
On these long, winter nights If you'd just, if you'd just If you'd just be quiet Beneath the word There's the whisper of pipes There's the stretch of the wood There's the chink of the light And the wires conduct And the water runs down to the sea But stay away from the drink Stay away from the diaries It doesn't matter It does not matter |
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It's the night of the hunter
It's the night of the long knives It's the night of the hunter And you can justify all you like Sleep tight, this snowy night For spring, you will never see again Say goodbye to your awful wives Bid farewell to your awful friends I'm twenty steps from the jugular I'm twenty steps from the death I'm twenty steps from the funeral I'm twenty steps from your last breath The shadow falls on the abbatoir gates As you leave with the stench on your hands I am here with a cigarette bait I am here to asphyxiate It's the night of the hunter It's the night of the long knives It's the night of the hunter And you can justify all you like The laugh you spew on this landscape As you erase it of the gentle hare Will be your last on this landscape Will be your last anywhere Matador, bear baiter, Butcher, hare courser Value your life while you can |
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Anything can happen in life
Especially nothing, mainly nothing Once you know that, you're fine Once you know that, you can retire Set your clock by your heart Work's overrated and it will kill you Finish nothing you start And start nothing you think you'll continue I'm disaffected now I'm disaffected now And to this model i've kept I surface at 3 in the clothes that i slept in And though i'm drowning in debt I'm richer through all the things i'm rejecting And in a rare, certain light I have a strange charm, i think you'd like me And the rain brings me out The rain makes me happy I'm disaffected now I'm disaffected now Set your clock by your heart Work's overrated and it will kill you |
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I've a theory of ghosts and i'm a monster to girls
I stick in their heart like a rusty spur But i've a theory of ghosts: They're alive and we're all dead; That they're trying to tell us is that it's this way around And i've a theory of girls They always seem to leave in the spring As if they know that it hurts more To carry a heartbreak through the summer In the calender storm, i circled a day and tried to hold on And in the last powercut, I whispered her name 'til the lights came on Smoked my indian pipe Listened to the static, the snow on the wire Smoked my indian pipe Listened to the static, the snow on the wire I have one photograph that captures her smile But i don't have a tape of her laugh Watercolors can't help me |
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Your ghost, a white candle in this night
Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides You wander these streets, punch-drunk on the stars As the lights are stubbed out in the neighborhood bars Your voice, thin as smoke, barely exits your mouth There's blood in your hair and a fire to the south Your skeleton moves in a waltz with the stairs And the well of your heart, full of noone who cares Your words, a white wreath at the cusp of the hill To mark of the kill, where the blood was spilled You're the back of the mirror, you're the ghost of the tide And i would die twice, if you stayed tonight (don't stay tonight) |
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I must leave london
It is bad for my soul It's making a hole That will erode me I cannot subscribe I cannot tow the line And robert elms, You're selectively blind She shall not miss me And i care not Cos she's doing me in And she's wearing me thin A last goodbye to the boundary estate You stole my heart in summer rain A last goodbye to the boundary estate You stole my nerve but never again She shall not miss me And i care not Cos she's doing me in And she's wearing me out Where the queen makes way For the burger king Goodbye to the stench Goodbye to the din |
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You're life's like a comic book
All shadows and childhood fantasy The people you love, disguised In a velvet glove biography But i recognize what's going on: Deleted scenes And when your eyes go out You play them back, as broken dreams I don't get you anymore I don't get you anymore I don't get you anymore I can't respect you anymore You got a letter from an old friend Asking why you never spoke again You leave your lovers cast in amber past And those times you can't evoke again I don't get you anymore I don't get you anymore I don't get you anymore I can't respect you anymore You're in denial, you're not on trial |
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I can't get on, i can't get on
Because i live in the past And it's too strong I can't get on, i can't get on Because i live in the past And it's too strong And the present is imperfect And the future, well, it's conditional And the past's a foreign land That i'm trying to understand And all the girls are framed In the order that they came And the best friends do their worst To remind me that i'm cursed And i'd just like to say That i'm sorry to everyone That just wants to get on That just wants to get on But i... |
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I know nothing of tides
And i'm confused by the stars But you can never get lost When you've nowhere to go And i've got space in my heart For the next twenty years So don't think there's a rush Just come on over sometime And i will haunt myself blind Only sleep when i'm bored And i will talk into space And i will worry this house And i've got space in my heart For the next twenty years So don't think there's a rush Just come on over sometime (come on over sometime) |
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You're life's like a comic book
All shadows and childhood fantasy The people you love, disguised In a velvet glove biography But i recognize what's going on: Deleted scenes And when your eyes go out You play them back, as broken dreams I don't get you anymore I don't get you anymore I don't get you anymore I can't respect you anymore You got a letter from an old friend Asking why you never spoke again You leave your lovers cast in amber past And those times you can't evoke again I don't get you anymore I don't get you anymore I don't get you anymore I can't respect you anymore You're in denial, you're not on trial |
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