1. |
Exile
03:35
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I told you not
Not to wander about
The bunch of years we had spent
Livin’ in the same place
Just leave ‘em all behind
Or send a message home
See if he reacts
See if he reacts
You know, we could be drowning
Without the time to reckon with
All the griefs we have left
On our hearts before we let them sink
In another house
That keeps reminding you who you were
We can’t see where we are failing ‘cause
We couldn’t see we were still bleeding
We ate when we felt hungry
But we don’t know what hunger is
We are anything but needy,
We are anything but needy
We need to free ourselves from liberty
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2. |
Visage
05:46
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I’m drowning in these streets
In a city I used to know
And I won’t trust you by the eyes
Unless I know it won’t be long
‘Cause you let me walk by your side
When I needed a place, somewhere to hide
I won’t let you down
If you won’t blow me up
And I tried to slip outside
When our world went out of mind
All our children want us to die
They’re too worn out
They’re too worn out
Get inside, love of my life,
I need you before we die,
Before they make us confess
Depravations made us kind
We don’t need to exorcise, but
They won’t let,
They won’t let us out of here
I can’t hold ‘em down,
At least I gave it a try
And I tried to slip outside
When our world went out of mind
All our children want us to die
They’re too worn out, now
They’re too worn out, now
They’re too worn out.
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3. |
(something)
04:08
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(instrumental)
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4. |
(fading)
01:20
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I won’t see you again
Oh, my old feeling
You won’t read within these bars
Of stressful meanings
I’m lost again
Oh, my old dream
Don’t say I’m not
I’m a repellent to our love.
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5. |
Ballad for the Kind Man
05:03
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You were
Right to that stone,
While you were uptight
The world was smiling
You swore
That everything you needed from the outer world
Was not
Just food, water, cigarettes and all the stuff
You paid me for
Singing
Us a song to keep
A refrain
To
Our falling
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The first sip always puts you off
You’ll be so sick, it feels like drowning into a bog
He’ll be standin’ on the level of this shit tide
Pointin’ the rings ‘round your eyes that made him write
“This is one for the days you can’t decide”.
This ain’t for peacemaking purpose
The thing I want is nothing but breakin’ loose from
All the awful feelings we had to argue about
The muscles I can’t stretch, the cysts in my head
‘Cause we were political
Prisoners in our house
Nothing was good enough, neither painful to talk about,
I’ve yelled all my distresses
In a hole I made in the sand
Then sat on the shore staring at tides
Until the day you will decide.
We were nothing but prisoners in our house
Escaping is no use without words from your mouth
I tried to bring ‘em up
But I knew I’d be turned down
Because of that awkward, mere stereotype
“Happy ending means goodbye”
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