1. |
Get Into
04:05
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Never get into
Falling sounds
Vicious clowns
Bored and loud
Filled out and bullied again
Back in and dreaming
Can I get into
Sweet and found
Fallen love
Oh my love
Filled out and bullied again
Back in and dreaming
So I'll run and find
A forest free
No doubt
No time
Instead of this one
Filled out and bullied again
Back in and dreaming
Filled out and bullied again
Back in and dreaming
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2. |
Traces
04:30
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I don't care to wait for you
To lose your mind in history
And tell me if you fall upon
An answer to love's mystery
On and on and on
Still a son a son
A silence when two faces came
A silent storm is not the same
And can they really care for him
When he will hide most everything
On and on and on
Still a son a son
Find a table
Saved for you
Find it waiting
Cracked and blue
And who can you call for traces
Say if you see
Traces form
Can you speak of leaf and vine
When wrapped up by them each night time
And can they really care for him
When he will hide most everything
On and on...
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3. |
Less is Less
04:02
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Paid to save the day
Paid to cut
Away
The dead from dying
I'm a knave to your king
I'm the will to your
Whim
The undertaker
Your young taught share
Always should care
All you wanna do
Is mess it up now
Is mess it up now
Exactly how are we
Supposed to dress this up how?
You'll do it somehow
Less is more you say
Do I have to
Play
It's kind of vicious
Hung behind his door
A coat of plans I was
Sure
Would solve this problem
All you wanna do...
It's time to take a haircut
(showing you less is more)
Don't wanna take your haircut
(tell me just what it's for?)
Your young taught...
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4. |
Final Call
04:35
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Come
To your senses
Free of pain
Made your own
Ride
To a season
Final Call
To leave
Come
Bring your passion
Write
Tell your friends that
It's been a lie
It's not about
How some make it
It is a plan
Of our making
It's weird
But I'm in it
It's begun
It's begun
Fly
Through the hillsides
They defend
Fretting seas
Now
No one's laughing
Unlearn
What you know
It's been a lie
It's not about
How some make it
It is a plan
Of our making
It's weird
But I'm in it
It's begun
It's begun
Oh why'd she come here
Oh why'd she come...
Come
Bring your passion
Write
Tell your friends that
It's been a lie
It's not about
How some make it
It is a plan
Of our making
It's weird
But I'm in it
It's begun
It's begun
Oh why'd she come here
Oh why'd she come...
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