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I follow the lights as they get dim
As they run out
Burn to nothing
And all I can see is your face
Perfect in my memory
Through the darkness
That encompasses me
Just as I start to feel grass under my feet
I find myself back in the gutter again
And I'm not a praying man
But if I were
I'd pray my finest moments were still in front of me
And even if that's wishful thinking
I'll take that delusion happily
Anywhere become the bed of
Of the man who has nothing
Taking and believing anything
So he won't have to return home
He lies anywhere
Follows the dim car lights to the edge of town
Where his body can lay and peacefully drown
In the sort lived comforts
Of the city streets
Of the city streets
Of the city streets
And the timeless, faceless reminders of home
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Hazy Hazy Nights
02:52
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I still ride the bus late at night
Through the neon wilderness
Of all these simple lives
Observed through polluted screens
And limited means
To make sense of it all
When there is no secret to hide
To make sense of it all
When there is no secret to hide
It doesn't stop us looking anyway
The streets here have their own lives
I just walk them and watch them
And loose myself inside of them
The streets here have their own lives
I just walk them and watch them
And loose myself inside of them
Now that you're long gone
Sitting beneath stars
So alien to me
And set free
How we'd always said we'd be
But I'm caged in this city
Lost amongst its piss covered streets
Pushing past it's sons and daughters
Caged with the same lock as me
Lost inside
Alone
Lost inside
Alone
Pulled up your picture on my phone screen
Just to kick myself
One more time
Before the night runs out
Right in front of my eyes
And I have to deal with tomorrow
Have to deal
And I have to deal with tomorrow
Have to deal
And I have to deal with tomorrow
Have to deal
And I have to deal with tomorrow
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3. |
The Legend Of Billy Jean
02:17
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When you're caged all you want is to be free
But when the expectations leave
And you have nothing that's a scary place to be
When the expectations leave
As I woke up this morning
My heart was exploding
And I still have a voice
So here it is
Through lonely times I find a window
To see the world through - woah
And it doesn't seem so lost
And I don't feel so separate
But the times are few and life is short
So I need to find a way to judge success and find happiness
When you're caged all you want is to be free
But when the expectations leave
And you have nothing that's a scary place to be
When the expectations leave
Everything of worth happens between
The lines and in the margins
When you see it there's nothing more to see
No longer a scary place to be
Everything of worth happens between
The lines and in the margins
When you see it there's nothing more to see
No longer a scary place to be
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I've seen the lights of Victoria
Paint the night with amber
I've touched the night with insomnia
Walked past ghosts of past times
They're left cold
Neon tears a hole in me
I've seen the lights of Victoria
They left me cold and breathless
These streets reflect every part of me
Broken down, in cinders
But left cold
Neon tears a hole in me
Lost in winding grids
Leaving emptiness
Street lights through my soul
My city sleeps tonight
I've seen the lights of Victoria
They pull me into their glow
The street noise keeps me up at night
Draws me out and calls me
Into the cold
Neon tears a hole in me
Lost in winding grids
Leaving emptiness
Street lights through my soul
My city sleeps tonight
Where the light shines brightest
Where the light shines brightest
Where the light shines on
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East Bound Railways
02:29
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Words displayed through the oils flame
Snake across page after, page after, page
Painting stories through
Darkness and you of loss and the noise outside
Every word stained in ink
Taken to travelling
By steamers to
Burst through the morning
As the sun rises up
As the sun rises
These words are now
They tell my truth drenched in the time they're seen by you
It's only when they're read
When the ink is said aloud that these truths become
Indelible
Every word stained in ink
Taken to travelling
By steamers to
Burst through the morning
As the sun rises up
As the sun rises
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Kids By The Bins
02:42
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When we scream these words together
There's a magic in the air
We bring our baggage and fears along
And let it all make up this moment
Lost in song
Because nothing from history
Holds a candle to when we catch that moment
And live it for all its worth
Live it for all its worth
And it's worth so much
We just seem to have the same fire burning in both our hearts
We just seem to have the same fire burning
We just seem to have the same fire burning in both our hearts
Souls like ours weren't made to be satisfied
When we hold on in these tiny rooms and kitchens, breweries
Heaving and sweat drenched
Everything is gone
Our everything is in that moment
When we touch around this atmosphere
I feel a fire burning
That almost went out years ago
You set a spark I thought I'd
Forgotten all about
Now I've got it back I'm gonna
Live it for all its worth
Live it for all its worth
Live it for all its worth
And it's worth so much
We just seem to have the same fire burning in both our hearts
We just seem to have the same fire burning
We just seem to have the same fire burning in both our hearts
Souls like ours weren't made to be satisfied
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7. |
Poems A Dead Boy Wrote
02:55
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Now I see that so much of life exists in little things
In the margins
Through the haze I can see my life rolling past me
So quickly
We try to remain alive
As we grow old
I don't consider myself sold
And there's no need for age to
Tell me what I am
And there's no need
For me to die this early
When fundamentally this is all
When fundamentally this is a long fucking haul
When fundamentally this is all
When fundamentally this is a long fucking haul
Set me free from wanting all the things I'm told I need
I won't play that game again
There's so much more that I could trade my life for
And hold on to
We try to remain alive
As we grow old
I don't consider myself sold
And there's no need for age to
Tell me what I am
And there's no need
For me to die this early
When fundamentally this is all
When fundamentally this is a long fucking haul
When fundamentally this is all
When fundamentally this is a long fucking haul
Now I've set this light under my soul
I don't ever wanna put it out again
And despite your every try
I'll keep my fire hot
And my every move will be forever changed
Will forever be alight
Will forever be alight
Will forever be alight
Will forever be alight
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I went missing
Got lost in nothing
Slept through hours
A life left waiting
I miss the sound of white noise
It reminds me of when I was alive
I went missing
My face plastered in shop windows
Rivers dredged, garages searched
Lost in formality
And the life expected
I miss the feel of posted letters
They remind me of missed opportunity
Time does no favours
And stops for no-one
Awake in a time
When possibility was mine
Time does no favours
And stops for no-one
I want to turn it over
I went missing
In rain soaked streets
Under city lights
Lost in nothing
I miss the warmth and safety
Of the hotel lobby lights
I went missing
As the rain came down
It washed me away
To a life of longing
I lost myself in formalities
And a clock I couldn't see
I miss the touch of soft warmth
Against my face and against the skin around my soul
Time does no favours
And stops for no-one
Awake in a time
When possibility was mine
Time does no favours
And stops for no-one
I want to turn it over
The night
Leaves me longing
For time
Woah
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9. |
Distant Lights
02:10
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On the late night train
Everyone rides for free
And distant lights
Illuminate you and me
Through the night
Time no longer means a thing
Distance can't be seen
Distance can't be seen
Through the dark outside the window
Wherever you've been
Disappears
Why can't I stop my mind
From finding you
Late at night
As I travel through
These places
You would never step foot
Distance can't be seen
Distance can't be seen
Through the dark outside the window
Wherever you've been
Disappears
Left to the sea of humanity
Left behind by the late night train
Distance can't be seen
Distance can't be seen
Distance can't be seen
Distance can't be seen
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10. |
Bookshop, Waterloo Main
02:36
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It's hard to move on
When all your shit is still in a box under my bed
And my stuff is still hanging in your house
For everyone to see
Anyone to find
But I don't wanna give it back
It may come in useful one day
It may get used again
It may get used again
I still find myself
Going out of my way to
Pace around that book shop where we used to meet
Looking for the words to tell you
Looking for the words
Looking for an explanation
Looking for a conclusion
Sometimes looking for you
Running away from stories
Already told
In another part of town
Long left alone
Already told by strangers
To strangers
I still find myself
Going out of my way to
Pace around that book shop where we used to meet
Looking for the words to tell you
Looking for the words
Looking for an explanation
Looking for a conclusion
Sometimes looking for you
Looking for an explanation
Looking for a conclusion
Sometimes looking for you
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I understand that being left with these memories
Housed in brick
Was too much
And you couldn't bare to stay
And you couldn't bare to deal with me
Imagine being the one you left behind - woah
Caged in the very place
You got set free from
A lick of paint
And the destruction of everything we owned
Didn't make this place my home
This pain and lack of knowing
I just seem to be
The one who stayed behind
And I know its not intentional
But this just seems like cruelty
When you didn't have the decency
To fucking tell me - woah
To fucking tell me - woah
To fucking tell me
You should have fucking told me
A lick of paint
And the destruction of everything we owned
Didn't make this place my home
Sleep just seems to never come
Sleep just seems to never come
Sleep just seems to be less important
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