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Tangled In The Mane
03:29
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Oh no, what have we done to the morning?/We've beaten and kicked and stuck knives in the clouds and she's bleeding/Oh no, what have I done to this moment/I've wasted and destroyed and bent the truth/till the words have no meaning
Everything seems to be moving/Our clandestine dreams so fragile and small/faster and faster the days all escape/the end is hiding right behind that shadow on the wall
Oh dear, what have you done to your innocence?/You take and you take and you take until there's nothing left to steal/Oh dear, what have we done with your promises?/You jump from the towers in your mind when there's nothing left to steal
Baby, be my alibi/Shoot, shoot, shoot at the scene of the crime/With baited breath and idle hands we wait for these sad songs to end/Baby, be my alibi
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Our Hollow Reasons
03:33
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Bring me to the fire and leave me there/voices leap from the flames, the past burns in effigy/the city lights conspire to end my despair/a smile to deflect all the blame in this shapeless emergency
Standing on the edge of the knife clutched in your hand/ if I stumble will there be anywhere for me to land?
We all breathe in our hollow reasons
Throw your windows wide and wait for me/dizzy with anticipation sleep runs away from the room/I'll come to where you hide and set you free/hand me all your frustrations I'll take the blame for you
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The Sacred And Profane
02:51
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We all give fractions of the truth away/and hold fast to the rest as we inch closer to the grave
Will you be brave, when time stands still?/Can we be saved?
I know that I am a sinner/but it is only the sin I'm in/Seized by fear and held by shame/between the sacred and profane
We all feed on the bones of what has passed before/and between the devil and the details it isn't hard to lose your soul
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Bells At Twelve
02:52
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The princess is fast asleep/as the gallows end another thief/the asphalt angels fearful in their hearts/touch our sleeves as we pass them in the dark
Frozen in our tracks like children/waiting for the hand that feeds
Brothers and sisters/ time is the same/to the weak and the scared/the strong and the brave/like soldiers we march on/we'll sing till the end and we'll dance till the dawn
So we fake another sickness/and take the glitter pill/the concrete martyrs hope for something more/but close their eyes as the darkness takes control
We beg for more but take what's given/following the foot that leads
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