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I wish I'd known,
It seems so simple now,
Just leave it alone,
This song was always about you.
Do you still
Speak like I do?
And have you heard
These words since last time I saw you?
That I love you,
And that's the truth.
I know I'm a liar,
But don't let that get to you.
When I'm alone,
and no one's calling,
Do you know,
The thought that keeps me satisfied?
That I love you,
And that's the truth.
I know I'm a liar,
But don't let that get to you.
'Cause these are the things I wish you knew.
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Port of Call
02:38
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Terrified, a glass by my side,
Seems to be my port of call.
The walls are blank,
My feet in a tank,
I'm waiting oh,
Waiting to fall.
But I guess I'll find you later,
On my own.
Guess I'll find you later,
When I'm old.
It's been some time,
Since I had the nerve to climb,
These walls,
On my own.
But I guess I'll find you later,
On my own.
Guess I'll find you later,
When I'm old.
I guess I'll find you later,
When I'm old.
I guess I'll find you later,
On my own.
Terrified, a glass by my side,
Seems to be my port of call.
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Wrong Side of the Door
04:28
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I know that they,
Have come to take me home.
It's not far away,
But I don't want to go.
But I've been chased before.
Yes, I've been followed to the shore.
Don't run away,
I'm not too afraid.
I've always known,
Just how to pretend.
I curl up my lip,
So you won't see it shake,
And curl up my will,
So you won't see it bend.
'Cause I've been hated before.
Yes, I've been on the wrong side of the door.
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4. |
Some Days
02:25
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Some days, you're right.
Some days, you're wrong.
Some days, it just don't fucking matter anymore.
And we beg ourselves for mercy.
Now everybody knows,
I'm a habit,
To be let go.
And now I find, every night,
That I just can't fucking sleep anymore.
And I beg my mind for mercy.
But everybody knows,
That I'm a habit,
To be let go.
Now everybody knows,
I'm a habit,
To be let go.
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5. |
Young Boy
02:31
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When I was a young boy,
I set out to sea.
The waves were a-crashing,
all sides of me.
A crack in the ocean,
Found us apart,
And threw up a city,
From down in the dark.
But cut me in half now,
And count my rings.
A little bit older,
Means everything.
Then I was a baby,
Loose on a plane.
Clouds were a-rolling,
But I stayed the same.
A storm just below us,
Held you from view.
Thunder and lightning,
The Pilot Withdrew.
But cut me in half now,
And count my rings.
A little bit older,
Means everything.
When I was a young boy,
I set out to sea.
The waves were a-crashing,
All sides of me.
In a crack in the ocean,
That I fell right through,
Up came the city,
Where I found you.
But cut me in half now,
You can count my rings.
A little bit older,
Means everything.
Then I was a baby,
Loose on a plane.
Clouds were a-rolling,
But I stayed the same.
No storm will a-blow us,
I won't hide from view.
No Thunder nor lightning,
Between me and you.
But cut me in half now,
You can count my rings.
A little bit older,
Means everything.
Yeah, cut me in half now,
Nothing to hide.
When I was a young boy
I kept you inside.
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6. |
As Others Are
02:18
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This is the end.
Oh, this is the end.
The dawn won't come now,
Take my hands, take my eyes.
And lead me on,
I won't need them anymore.
Don't need permission.
No, I don't need your Ok.
Won't ask forgiveness.
What more could there be to say?
But leave me now,
And lead your love away.
'Cause you told me.
Oh, and I believed,
That I'd be happy,
Happy, as others are.
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