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| 1. |
| 4:12 | 
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Ohh,
A boy upon a tireless trail, with the wind at his back He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One The birds, the bees, the wild trapeze symbiotic heart-attack He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies No borders, no empires, no inquisitions point or blame He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One Up North, down South, back East and out West they're saying his bright-eyed name He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Still, like a humming bird that flies |
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| 2. |
| 3:47 |
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Here comes everyone,
Lining up with bucks and ask for phantom consolation prize, oh Here comes everyone Blunted, bleached and massed produced It's amazing what we can get used to What will we say, when our children ask "What have you done? You've gone and used up all the fun” Oh, yeah, we're only treading water Whether yours or whether ours Yeah, we're all in the gutter But some of us are looking at the stars Everyone Here comes everyone Conductor-less runaway train and Only have ourselves to blame for it Here comes everyone Fast food fed and god fearing All panic and alarms, alarming What if everyone simultaneous disobeys It aint a game if no one plays, oh Yeah, we're only treading water Whether yours or whether ours Yeah, we're all in the gutter But some of us are looking at the stars Oh, here comes everyone Here comes I come Here comes... Everyone |
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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After fire comes the rain
The rain washes away The blackened soil in the distance Process starts over again Near the pyres the women weep The tears is in the flames And in the smoke there is a signal For there sometimes are too.... Take cover, unless you are on the right side of the fire But who is right? Where is wrong? Can this go on? It's easier said than done. Lonely mariner trapped a little dream Wherein he was the subject of an old salt into the sea. He buys the winds and tides, neither good, bad, right or wrong There is a storm ahead in the distance For the stow away to take cover unless you are On the right side of the fire Who is right, and where is wrong Can this go on? It is easier said than done. Oh...said than done Ohhh...said than done. Oh, said than done. Dance while the devil sleeps. After fire comes the rain, Look in the smoke for a signal. |
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| 4. |
| 4:27 |
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Picture this: A falling star
Adorns a kite string The two of us are holding fast Oh, where will the fall leave us? You were a prisoner And so was I Well we're the hunted That opened my eyes Into the arms of A threat that's real This is our burden We've got to find Another way out If there are no such things as walls You're not a prisoner at all Another way out Yeah, there is nothing hold you So run like a cannonball Pucture this: A night without cars Just hooves and long legs The two of us are horned and proud The city is ours again You were a prisoner And so was I Well we're the hunted That opened my eyes Into the arms of A threat that's real This is our burden We've got to find Another way out If there are no such things as walls You're not a prisoner at all Another way out Yeah, there is nothing hold you So run like a cannonball Another way out If there are no such things as walls You're not a prisoner at all Another way out If there is nothing hold you Then run like a cannonball |
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| 5. |
| 4:03 |
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Here in our gilded cage
We turn on the news and are entertained We are an army of semi-informed, chemically made Paper tigers that only the cusp only the crown This isn't the only way down Either way it's death by a thousand cuts You would think we choose our blade But by the way we carry on like nothings wrong One could argue pointedly That maybe we deserve to be Caged Here in our gilded cage We're infantilized continuously Apparent to souls I see that won't let it grow into a tree A spectral tiger's born with beautiful stripes And porcelain teeth And the ghost of the hunt underneath Either way it's death by a thousand cuts You would think we choose our blade But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong One could argue pointedly That maybe we deserve to be Caged |
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| 6. |
| 3:53 |
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The boulevard is bustlin'
A vast and wrinkled muslin Is pulled over my eyes and I know I don't belong There is a noise inside of me That bustles asymmetrically Oh how have I to balance Those sounds into a song? It's time to let your hair down And give yourself permission It takes courage and control But you start by letting go, oh For things building inside of me There's chaos in this discord But still we move along The chaos sings of symmetry And all her words are poetry That's the kind of city Which I want to belong It's time to let your hair down And give yourself permission It takes courage and control But you start by letting go, oh Oh, I think, I feel, I see Oh, that this place is not me I want to belong But be wild and free Oh, he who asks Receives It's time to let your hair down And give yourself permission It takes courage and control But you start by letting go, oh It's time to let your hair down And give yourself permission Oh, it takes courage and control But you start by letting go, oh |
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| 3:25 |
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Presently future is in the middle of a love triangle With calamity and me in the corner I'm starting to feel uncomfortable Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merely think of clever things to say Oh the more I try to separate the better it feels to get right in the way And I try so hard Out of the way Of that Runaway train Oh how I do love the rain Ohhhhhhh Seems to be that being in the middle is starting to get me in trouble Try to run away but they have a talent for making trouble seem enjoyable Oh the more I try to separate the better it feels to get right in the way Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merely think of clever things to say And I try so hard Out of the way Of that Runaway train Oh how I do love the rain Oh Runaway train Runaway train Runaway train Oh And I try so hard Out of the way Of that Runaway train Oh how I do love the rain Ohhhh Runaway train Runaway train Runaway train |
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| 8. |
| 4:13 |
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Last night I think I've lived a thousand years
I caught wind the soulful song of passing winds Swam past crustacean and a school of fish Join class they said but keep a weather eye Keep a weather eye out That sound that pulled me out got louder still Till salt and sea became a vaccum's mouth I tumble into a darkened room Twas a void that smelled of stale sea air I said my oh my Where on Earth am I? I've been swallowed whole Now a passenger In the belly of Fate Last night I traveled without eyes or ears Sat idle in the womb of understance From salem to the isle of white A hostage in the mouth of myth I said my oh my Where on Earth am I? I've been swallowed whole Now a passenger In the belly of Fate |
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| 9. |
| 2:24 |
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A mirror of venus that you are
But I have never seen your face A mariner carried by a star With no regard for time or place Ahhhh hhhhhaa Ahhhh hhhhhaa Architectural regret There is a book I'll never write From here I'll build a minaret And from it I'm calling out tonight Ahhhh hhhhhaa Ahhhh hhhhhaa I'll go wherever you go mirror of I'll go wherever you go mirror of I'll go wherever you go mirror of Venus Ahhhh hhhhhaa Ahhhh hhhhhaa Ahhhh hhhhhaa Ahhhh hhhhhaa Ahhhh hhhhhaa Yeah I'll go wherever you go mirror of I'll go wherever you go mirror of I'll go wherever you go mirror of Venus |
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| 10. |
| 2:20 |
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Get out on the road
Get out of your State Into the Apple, the hour is late Everyone trying to be the same Uniformed and smiles, miles of smiles Goodbye to language and sympathies to A generation of intellectual amputees Assimilation! Conformity! The last drops of a once half empty cup I saw a glacier I kissed it goodbye We're making way for A much needed mini-mall, yep Get out of your cage And onto your feet Knock off the dust and your eyes are replete With new fascinations Sweet and the sours Polyformed and smiles, miles of smiles Or goodbye to process And condolences to A generation of one winged worker bees And where is the art in kissing their feet For the last drops of a twice half empty cup |
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