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Scraps
02:45
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So many faces I’ve already known
But there’s still something that I’m searching for
I’ve felt this town’s lights leave me stunned for days
But there’s still something that I’m searching for
So if it’s give to take, then you’re all work no play
And I’m with so much left to say
I’ve been hoping to find a way
To make you feel like someone’s sizing you up
Oh, day in, day out, from now
And wherever you’d go from here
So many pieces that fit have now gone
And they’re just scraps that I’d make something of
Things you remember that seem to live on
But they’re just scraps that I’d make something of
So if it’s give to take, then you just hold your place
And I’m with so much left to say
I’ve been hoping to find a way
To make you feel like someone’s sizing you up
Oh, day in, day out, from now
And wherever you’d go from here
So if it’s give to take, then you’re all work no play
(If it’s give to take)
And I’m with so much left to say
I’ve been hoping to find a way
To make you feel like someone’s sizing you up
(A way, to make you feel)
Day in, day out, from now
And wherever you’d go from here
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2. |
Hold Fast
04:03
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The screen left me naïve, and I won’t pretend
I’m along with new politics – I’m none the wiser for it
The big issue is up, and it’s like a disease
Deranged your values must be, with no-one left to please
All it’s ever really come down to is
Who could hold their tongue and who could hide their wit
That doesn’t leave me much to say
You’ve never been more awake, behind those weary eyes
What makes a dream seem more real, than when you’re running from it?
You might be holding fast, but not fast enough
Create a space enough, or your mind might catch up
All it’s ever really come down to is
Who could hold their tongue and who could hide their wit
Psyche, sickened by formless formaldehyde
You’ve surely lost the touch with which you held your pride
Just stop this now, and start again
Keepsakes enamoured; a twisted, contoured view of the truth
All it’s ever really come down to is
Who could hold their tongue and who could hide their wit
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Priceless
03:53
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Side-steps trip the days, the ones you eat whole
Shit-picking holes in the logic that you're hoping for a miracle
So isn't it strange that I'm the one laughing now
And whilst I've nearly split my sides; you don't even get the fucking joke
Dice are on roll, but our idolised hypocrisy is fruitless
Wagering anything, in the hope that our obscurity has value
And we're all friends here, but we're pretentious to the extent that it’s ruthless
Broadcast, publicised, girl you know your insecurities are priceless
My indecision, my bravery
My self-opinion in jeopardy
Replacements ordained, but side-tracked once more
And what you might pass as logic will not convince me otherwise
Oh, isn't this strange? How can we laugh this off now?
Because it's just like the first time; when it wasn't such a fucking joke
Dice are on roll, but our idolised hypocrisy is fruitless
Wagering anything, in the hope that our obscurity has value
And we're all friends here, but we're pretentious to the extent that it’s ruthless
Broadcast, publicised, girl you know your insecurities are priceless
My indistinction, my sickened daze
The absent fusion between my days
My inconclusion, my spiteful ways
My happy ending never came
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4. |
Colour Up
04:07
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Cut down to size, there’s no surprise; back-workings of quite the appetite
First in line, last of a kind, yet ever simplistic when magnified
They’re dragging on your reigns, for the very sake of motion
To end the working days, gotta have a pin fall out of place
You’re here to take the stage, and flare the commotion
You’re in a modern age, why leave anything to wait?
Who knew that I could bear on greater minds;
Who never said anything were they given the time?
Fell from the hive, to luxury life, the tastes deliciously cryptified
Jumping the line, only to find there’s hardly room for compromise
‘Cause you’ve never run the games, and you better take the notion
That you’re gambling your days, and a casino never pays
Still yet to be outplayed in this flux of emotion
You’re in a modern age, why leave anything to wait?
Who knew that I could bear on greater minds;
Who never said anything were they given the time?
And I sold my skin, all my material things, to feed my family
Sold my volition to carry on
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Smoke and Mirrors
03:39
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So, do we have the time to show? Since the clock was left to tick
We’ve had all the time to stall, but it seems that now we’re all
Falling further into a dream; saturated, oblique scenes
Once you’ve seen the big screen burn the bloom in the back of your eyes
And now I know, yeah I really know
What makes you tick, what makes you moan
You steal the show, wherever you go
You’re everything smoke and mirrors can’t show
Strange how the world now seems to be doctored to your tastes
Conversations are rehearsed; all the words were printed first
Well I’m here to see the heights, spinning my dizzy mind
Lovesick city lives never looked so comfortable now
And now I know, yeah I really know
What makes you tick, what makes you moan
You steal the show, wherever you go
You’re everything smoke and mirrors can’t show
Seems I know the truth, the dirty truth
But isn’t it just conveniently rude
To speak without being spoken too?
Seems you’ve seen it too, but when it’s put through
Will it check out exactly like you thought you knew?
And now I know, yeah I really know
(I fear that I have become)
What makes you tick, what makes you moan
(Effervescent of my indignities)
You steal the show, wherever you go
(I fear that I have become)
You’re everything smoke and mirrors can’t show
(Effervescent of my indignities)
So dream on, or let it go, but darling it must be nice to know
You steal the show, wherever you go
You’re everything smoke and mirrors can’t show
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