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Revelry
04:14
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Tearing out my insides
Taken in by your fire
Crept till dawn, as you trailed me home alone
Kept awake for no one
Sunday left without a sound
you'll extol for mercy on my soul
Idle time is the scene of your crime
October skies bare witness with the night
Bastard sons that run are easier to spy
there is one thing that looks you in the eyes
hey fiend far below
Can you spare some time for revelry
Not sure what’s in store, soak it up it’s free
hey fiend fall below
can you spare some time for some revelry
Not sure what’s in store, soak it up it’s free
When its revelry
Kept awake for no one
Sunday left without a sound
I’ll extol for mercy on my soul
Idle time is the scene of your crime
October skies bare witness with the night
Bastard sons that run are easier to spy
there is one thing that looks you in the eye
hey fiend fall below
can you spare some time for some revelry
Not sure what’s in store, soak it up it’s free
Hey fiend far below
Can you spare some time for some revelry?
Not sure what’s in store soak it up it’s free
When its revelry
Taken in by your fire
Sunday left without a sound
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And you talk out of turn
The same words return
There is little left
That you have not learned
You’re spilling lines with your wine
Your bidding your time
Your falling in line
With your feet on the ground
And your head in the clouds
You’re startled by sounds
So you walk on the streets
Turn to shadows and speak
It’s buried in words
When your order’s restored
Questions you should implore
Is what you have not learned
What you have not learned
If the same signs emerge
Not to late to discourage
To hell with the crowd
Is there little left?
That you have not learned?
With your feet on the ground
And your head in the clouds
You’re startled by sounds
So you walk on the streets
Turn to shadows and speak
It’s buried in words
When your order’s restored
Questions you should implore
Is what you have not learned
What you have not learned
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3. |
Headed For
04:27
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4. |
Big Ideas
03:19
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Scratching backs of friends
That end up poking out your eyes
Big ideas are drowning
In the city of dreams
I’m just going to totally
Numb my sensorys
And keep on pushing high-school sensibilities
Even now your eyes are laughing at what you see
Forget what you know
It’s simply what you want to be
Back-track through trap doors and snap
Yourself out of this lovely scene
Big ideas still stand
behind your favorite screen
I’m just going to totally
numb my sensorys
Keep on pushing high-school sensibilities
Even now your eyes are laughing at what you see
And forget what you know its simply what you want to be
Keep on pushing high-school sensibilities
Even now your eyes are laughing at what you see
And forget what you know its simply what you want to be
I’m just going to totally numb my sensorys
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All the cash you spent on city nights where you’re the star
Not quite as planned as those impressed were 90’s born
You had a night once where you taped up your chest
and dressed to the nines
Would have bought your own, but the size was tight
So the tags still on
And it rained all night and your suede skirt got stained
So you staged a fight, while your hair maintained . .
Diana
Cracking high-heels are snapping like dogs being tugged on a chain
Pout your lips at the bar, take a drag, blow a kiss, pour champagne
Baited pray gather near, pay your tabs with dry-wit and most sincere
Could have left with your crowd, but your lost again on the dance floor
And it rained all night and your suede skirt got stained
So you staged a fight, while your hair maintained . .
Diana
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