1. |
Salt
03:41
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Start in black,
And slowly recede,
One night, only,
Maybe More
Holding off,
Saying you understand,
Another one, another
Stare at reflections
There's a buzzing in my ear,
Says I've been lacking direction,
Over these months,
Pick up some lost identity,
I'm still scared of the unknown,
I can feel it coming,
So brace yourself
While the walls were singing,
We wrote it down,
But none of it was new,
Some ideas don't last,
The list of failures should've told you that
I can't tell what you're thinking,
Just talking for minutes but none of it was true,
Some ideas won't last,
Your failed novels should've told you that.
The walls are singing, "We've got years of experience"
(When you're broken, up against all others)
The walls are singing, "She couldn't get here first"
(When you're broken, up against all others)
The walls are singing, "Remembering's inferior"
(When you're broken, up against all others)
The walls are singing, "We've got years of experience"
(When you're broken, up against all others)
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2. |
Nine Years
02:20
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Nine years to forget,
All costs, but just loses,
Hello now bravery, I've been missing you... recently.
Stop once. Always Expecting. To sink beneath your means, and stay unmoved again.
Step back. Don't breath. It's easy.
Forget life, it's dark enough here.
I hope you don't forget me,
I gave enough, and lost most of charm,
It went. Slowed down a lot,
Missed the changes too much and always did what you wanted.
Stop once. Always Expecting. To sink beneath your means, and stay unmoved again.
Step back. Don't breath. It's easy.
Forget life, it's cold enough here waiting.
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3. |
The Ladder
01:07
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Now you're older, and your views have changed,
You weren't always like that,
Pull the ladder up, pull the ladder up.
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4. |
Many
01:30
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This wealth was built for happiness,
Not fractious fights at sea.
She's advanced, higher ranking,
So the arguments are inevitable,
As we slip away.
You won't see it till you're in our shoes,
And by that time we'll both be gone,
Carry on, fading down,
So the arguments aren't inevitable,
As we drift away.
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5. |
Brothers
03:04
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To monetise, everything at once,
Or confuse the waste, of talents lost in thought.
Still hoping for a second chance,
You're older enough, but it's your last.
This town will spit you out,
And take your best years,
It's enough now Jay, please come and join the crowd again.
She says your memory's fading,
Too many dead ends have passed,
Now make this your last.
To get more, to see more,
It's always better that way.
They'll grow up, to be loved,
The search for talent's a waste.
The afternoons are easily lost,
You think too much and miss the past.
This town has eaten you,
And killed your best friends,
They don't play here anymore,
Too busy moving on again.
Many times, stuck in a room,
Red-faced an ashamed,
It's the way you talk to her that I find hard to take.
I just want someone to call.
This town will spit you out,
And take your best years.
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6. |
Planes
01:35
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Ascending, will I stay up,
With all this worry, weigh weigh weighing me down.
Cut burn, cut burn, cut burn.
You're still petrified,
Don't stand up now,
Feet forward, tense your shoulders, every movement feels awful,
And there's still two hours to go.
Cut burn, cut burn, cut burn.
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7. |
The Past
03:18
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Surround with a stage,
Don't cave in, just stay safe,
The vicious out there live,
They're detached, from all sense.
When you're so far away,
But weren't brought to life,
Like you wanted.
Still waiting backstage, the soundtrack set to play,
Over and over with movements, but you're feeling much the same.
Take our will to the rest,
There's no equalling this,
And no beauty in hurting your own,
Now we've both passed this test,
Stood up for ourselves,
We're happy not acting alone.
Wash your hands, for a chance at glory,
Connect lines to sounds,
Straighten up, we're going out early,
One more time around.
Hit me once, and again,
Cos we'll make you pay for the history,
Selling off our dreams,
For one last song.
Joining up,
Equally forgotten,
Another round, barely registers,
Over thoughts,
Sometimes written about,
The empty gestures, we'll gloss over in time.
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8. |
End Of The Year
01:28
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It's getting to the worst part of the year,
Summer's hopes have finally disappeared,
If you're not here,
It's like you don't even exist,
Still comes down,
To who can shout the loudest,
And you're not 21.
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