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Shadows grow across the lawn
Fading light darkens thoughts until dawn
Peace and quiet
Caught alone in the light
Silhouettes dancing tonight
Hand guides your hip to the sound
Imaginary music leads a rhythm we’ve found
Eyes locked we're drifting
Heartbeat synced in the light
Silhouettes entwining tonight
Bodies moving in time
Breathe in what is yours and mine.
Curve up together steal the night for our own.
Leave no trace upon the ground
Imaginary objects have no scars or a sound
A perfect moment
Lost in the night
Silhouettes melting tonight
Float with light feet in the air
Pirouette together no one else has to care
Don’t think they saw it
Hid in plain sight
Silhouettes dancing tonight
Peace and quiet
Caught alone in the light
Silhouettes dancing tonight
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Live in fear that this duplex will be bought and turn down
Raised a family in a city that is no longer your or my hometown
No more places to stay
Penned in on 3-sides, rental units erased
This city is no longer your or my hometown
This city isn’t my town
This city isn’t my town
Where is someone supposed to find a home?
Dual income for a family is so hard to do when you're on your own
No illusions have stayed
Deal with what’s here and not what was erased
This city is no longer your or my hometown
No more places to stay
Penned in on 3-sides, rental units are razed
This city is no longer your hometown
This city isn’t my town
This city isn’t my town
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Looking harsh dead-straight ahead.
Sara's sentiments have led
To all the trouble that's washed over her life
Let's share a moment with her tonight
Don’t try to read what's on her mind,
"Who are these people that I find
All around me, there's no-one that I love.
I'll share my moments with the skies above."
Sara, you don't know
Which way to face, the past will show
Which way to go, which way to go
The leaves are swaying in the afternoon breeze
A weather vane on the hill
Sara stares into the distance calm and still
She takes some time to hear a call
Detox from the city and them all
Who try to measure up but fall from the side
Just share a moment and collide
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Justified and ancient
Older and complacent isn’t allowed
Certainty is fading
Comfort worth evading is what makes me unbowed
Spinning around, Wo-ho, fall into me
I’ll catch you in my arms because I’ll
Spinning around, Wo-ho, fall into me
Qualified but lowly
Moving up and slowly getting the bends
Dreams are made together
Alone is never better in the end.
Spinning around, Wo-ho, fall into me
I’ll catch you in my arms because I’ll
Spinning around, Wo-ho, fall into me
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Look inside my eyes and you'll see
Empty spaces
Where my hopes ought to be
One-day return
Welsh valleys burn
Up with all inside it
Just trying to shake it away
I'd like to re-engage
Yes, your welcome to stay
Redress reclaim
Take the blame
For all that’s broken
Hey, held no quarter with what you want
Hey, make peace with yourself
When you’re alone
I know myself and what I need
No point denying it
I’ll be tempted to leave
Real feelings here
Running clear
From all that binds it
Hey, held no quarter with what you want
Hey, make peace with yourself
When you’re alone
I'm talking to myself this isn't for you
But maybe you feel the same
Taste the pressure bearing down on you
Hey, held no quarter with what you want
Hey, make peace with yourself
When you’re alone
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Testify
But wonder why
It still feels the same as before
Fell asleep
This hill’s too steep
The gas is pressed hard down to the floor
Scones and candy
Scones and candy for me
Turn away
Nothing to say
At peace with what's left for me to know
Caught adrift
The mind is swiftly
Flying far away from below.
Doubtful I’ll get up from down on the floor
With no crutch here to hand
Holding out for leverage just to help me stand
Don’t imply
That I won’t try
To make it out of here one more time
Played the scene
I’ve always been
A reoccurring actor and line.
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Look up over your shoulder and you will see
Tripping over coffee tables, in comes me
Shins are bruised up and blackened
Hairs a mess
Breathing jacked up not flattened
Disheveled at best.
Achtung baby ein minuten must catch up to myself
Apathy was building nothing left upon the shelf
You know that thing that you promised?
Not impressed
Dragged backward through the forest
Disheveled at best.
Had enough of my whining and its ill effects
Post it all up to a soundstage so you'll never detect
The gavel calling for order
Not impressed
Freedom jacked up and flattened
Disheveled at best.
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It’s gotten sweeter as the tape on the wall
Measures the growth by the year
How is it I miss them even when they’re still here
Summer swims will dry with the fall.
Passing like minutes, years have melt unaware
But the days between never end
Focus on free-fall just to grade how I land
Russian judge with fault to defend
Head and mind are apart
Square a circle with two sides
Resigned for a while
TSA will not divide
23 it was so easy to do
Do up my things and go
Twenty years later it all comes with a pause
Circumstance has altered the view
Head and mind are apart
Square a circle with two sides
Resigned for a while
TSA will not divide
Memory that’s unreal
Maybe was, maybe never again
Don’t but feel
Lie back and thread my
Fingers again
Fingers again
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Silence is kicking off in here again
Agreed on circumstance but timing left to defend
A theory is one thing, straw man easy to burn
Qualms guided right through the day
Asking the question isn’t even that hard
But answers burn in the end
Stalemate broken again
Bring it on back
As fast as you like
But bring it on back before the daylight
Don’t care where you’ve been
Which hotel ceilings you’ve seen
Bring it on back
Before the daylight
Don’t tell me where you go or who you're with
Leave those stories outside our door
Till death do us apart
We’ll find a way to breathe through the dark.
Bring it on back
As fast as you like
But bring it on back before the daylight
Don’t care where you’ve been
Which hotel ceilings you’ve seen
Just bring it on back
Before the daylight
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Never thought I’d see it
A tear is loading up in my eye
Fully formed but salty
A taste of honey caught up inside
Hello, hello
I don’t remember your name
Nice to meet you but it won’t be for very long
Nice to meet you the days are running down till I’m gone.
Details are murky
I no longer trust what I see
Take me off Mourinho
Go ahead and substitute me
Hello, hello
You don’t remember my name
Nice to meet you but it won’t be for very long
Nice to meet you days are running down till I’m gone.
It’s pretty simple
No two-faced scheming left to say
Put some English on it
Silly mid-on is a dubious position to play
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Not sure why she went and bought the lie
In the name of communication
IoT is always keeping an eye
Minuteman on her phone
Making sure that even when she's alone
She's watching
They’re taking it down
She's sleeping
The camera pivots around
Lead with your left foot cause the right one is deceiving
Mute all the newsfeeds
There’s nothing worth believing
Turn it off
Turn yourself on again
Why on earth do I need a fridge that's smart?
In the age of misinformation order milk at midnight in the dark
Really, what do you lack?
If on occasion morning coffees served black
And so what?
Caffeine still drunk down
A problem
I never knew was around
Lead with your left foot, cause the right one is deceiving
Mute all the newsfeeds
There’s nothing worth believing
Turn it off. Turn yourself on again.
Look through the one you love
And not hand-held devices.
Download a minute invent your own surprises
Turn it off
Turn yourself on again
Turn it off
Turn yourself on again
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I’d like to help you, you see
Rising tides raise all boats
But you better not sail in front of me
Liberalism fades
The closer it gets to home
And threatens the legacy
Ideals are not reality
Formal structure of hereditary
Privilege for the privileged
And their sons
Put a thumb to the scale
Elevate yourself
And hide behind the fallacy
Conservation as self-preservation
Simply NIMBY with another name
Monuments bury people every time
What’s mine is mine and what is yours doesn’t matter
Until you’re getting in the way
Put you on an ice floe and drift away
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