1. |
Shone Madly Upon
03:13
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Didn’t they not stop?
Didn’t they not say?
Didn’t they not come
To take you away?
Didn’t they try to tell you?
Didn’t they try to play?
Didn’t they come round
With something to say?
You’re shone madly upon
Much further gone
Down the death trip you’re on
Shone wildly upon
Much further gone
Down the death trip you’re on
Didn’t they try to tell you?
Didn’t they try to play?
Didn’t they come round
With something to say?
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2. |
Este
02:27
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That wit’s gonna cut your wrist
Okay, you could go down like this
We’re all broke ’til we get that fixed
Este, you are the one I’ll miss
That’s wit’s gonna slit your wrist
Why are you going out like this?
Ate one, too, but they’re three and six
Este, you are the one I miss
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3. |
Blackthorn Lemonade
02:06
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Little things that got a witch in trouble
Born bad in a backstreet serenade
Tell it to the moon
But it left your lips too soon
There’s a broken home
But someone’s got it made
Witching only got a girl in trouble
Drank your dreams in blackthorn lemonade
Mistimed it by the moon
Mixed her midnight up with noon
When the founder
Went and lost it in the fade
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4. |
Disconnection
02:59
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Some disconnection
You don’t know where you’re going
You been moving up slowly
And you’re mine sometimes
You stay out late
Love made me wait
The misconception
That you’re right sometimes
Some disconnection
You get God on your side
Filling five empty pockets
Picking locks sometimes
You stand up straight
Don’t make me wait
The misconception
That I’m right sometimes
Some disconnect
Some disconnection…
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5. |
You Let The Lexicon
03:47
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You let the maximum see you
You let the maximum see you
I let the minimum set
I let the minimum set…
You let the maximum…
You let the lexicon save you
You let the lexicon save you
I got the dictionary wet
I got the dictionary wet…
You let the lexicon…
You hunt with classified circles
You hunt with classified circles
I’m in, the older you get
I’m in, the older you get
You hunt with classified…
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6. |
Holes In My Memory
02:50
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France might fall
Down the holes in my memory
We are fixed
We are grown
But I’d much rather play
‘Cept most people say
Different
Friends I found
In the holes of my memory
We’re all stuck
We’re all old
And we’d much rather play
‘Cept most people say
Different
Feel I’ll fool
All the holes in my memory
They’re not true
They’re not law
So they’d much rather play
‘Cept most people say
Different
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7. |
Noonday Demon
02:25
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Weakened by kryptonite
Choked of the oxygen
Stuck in the claws
Of the noonday demon again
Numbed by the factory floor
Blind by the halogen
Stuck in the jaws
Of the noonday demon again
I would swap the way I feel
I would swap the way I feel
I would swap this way
For anything
Blocked from the sunny rays
Burned by the bestest friend
Stuck in the grip
Of the noonday demon again
All of me’s muddled up
Nine of my total ten
Stuck in the sway
Of the noonday demon again
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8. |
Wrong So Wrong
03:39
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First ever line
I’m not your man
You saw a sign
That said you can
Beaten before
My time began
But it’s wrong
So wrong…
I been stealing
Anything I can
Feel like an extra
Anywhere I am
Your blind drunk driving
Was a better plan
But it’s wrong
So wrong…
First ever line
I’m not your man
You saw the sign
That said you can
Beaten before
My time began
And it’s wrong
So wrong…
I been stealing
Everything I can
Feel like an extra
Everywhere I am
High high wire walking
Was a better plan
But I’m wrong
So wrong…
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9. |
30 Years
01:57
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Thirty years
We washed away
Now and then
I’m here today
Mister Jones
You may well fear
Something bad’s
Been happening here
Room to quit
Your quiet row
José Jones
I’m no good to you now
Here we are
I don’t know how
Nathan Jones
You’re nowhere for me now
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10. |
No Plain Sailing
02:50
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Up to no good with a wax inspector
Study comics with a wet collector…
Went to college with a fool injector
No plain sailing in the pirate sector...
Make your mind up with a night reflector
Relationships with a love neglector…
Deadly silence with an ape ejector
Looking forward with a death expector…
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