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The Professional
03:18
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Train carriage, skinny ankles, monkey bars, unforgiving angles, black suit under a guillotine nose, cracking open un-openable windows.
My shadow fits your body like a glove, can’t stop switching the lights on and off, your own mind is telling you enough is enough, but you’re only listening for the midnight buzz.
You want something physical, scandalous, even biblical, but my love’s so pure it tastes medicinal, trust me I am a professional.
You move a little closer try to see my eyes, but before you get comfortable you realise, we’re the last two bodies in the carriage tonight - please don’t ask your business is not mine.
Dancing on my toes is not a game, you get what you want but it comes with shame. So have some decency and turn away, but instead you whisper into my ear your name.
‘Coz you want something physical, scandalous, even biblical, but my love’s so pure it tastes medicinal, trust me I am a professional.
You move a little closer try to see my eyes, but before you get comfortable you realise, we’re the last two bodies in the carriage tonight. Please don’t ask, your business is not mine.
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Damnation
04:26
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Well I’ll leave my bones at your door,
I’ll sweep the dirt from your floor,
My knuckles creek, my knees need oil,
A rose covered in rust from your cold soil.
Oh damnation is at your door, I bit the bullet now I don’t speak no more so, I listen to the whispers, read the writings on the walls, angels wings won’t fit through my door.
Oh set me free, I’ll survive the fall. Takes my wings, watch me soar.
Oh damnation is at my door, I bit the bullet now I don’t speak no more so, I listen to the whispers, read the writings on the walls, angels wings won’t fit through my door.
Oh damnation is at my door, I bit the bullet now I don’t speak no more.
I listened to the whispers, read the writings on the wall.
Angels wings won’t fit through my...
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Cloud 9
03:47
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Safe, sound, town, climbing out of this whole.
Need to breathe the air of the mountain so cold.
I want to feel, stone under fingers we hold.
Cloud 9 I see, jump but I will never fall.
Crash, crawl, heave, in the end it’s worth it all.
A straight back, bend your knees, let adrenaline take control.
I wanna live young, not in concrete.
Universe expanding unknown.
Cloud 9 I see, jump but I will never fall.
It may not be safe, but it sure is sound, this sky town, the mountain air so cold.
Cloud 9 is free.
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Tin Man
06:41
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Old boots are always too big to fill, and you can’t keep up with young feet.
We’re all tapping in windowsills, only the moths recognise the beat.
Oh Tin Man who’s no good to hug,
hard skin man who’s cold and covered in rust,
I watched you walk deep beneath the trees,
I understand but I’ll always save your old seat right next to me.
We’ve all got to climb our own tees, but I once saw a man cut his own down.
At first I didn’t, but now I see, that in the end all you do anyway is stare at the ground.
Oh Tin Man who’s no good to hug,
hard skin man who’s cold and covered in rust,
I watched you walk deep beneath the trees,
I understand but I’ll always save your old seat right next to me.
Oh Tin Man I went looking for you, I went down by the creek, tried to put my hands together for you, but they just won’t meet.
You’ve got to stop the rust, so you drink your oil, but believe me my old friend it’s the very thing that will put you in the soil.
Tin Man who’s no good to hug,
hard skin man who’s cold and covered in rust,
I watched you walk deep beneath the trees,
I understand but I’ll always save your old seat right next to me.
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Red Sun
03:52
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Everywhere I go I see red, is it blood or has the sun set.
Time to get out of bed, keep my head down and remember,
There’s no pleasing those who want to be - please stop bleeding for those who don’t want to bleed.
Don’t you dare look back, don’t you see, they can’t catch you if they are chasing me. That’s the way it’s always been, keep my head down and remember.
There’s no pleasing those who want to be - please stop bleeding for those who don’t want to bleed.
Staring at the door, can’t believe what I see.
It’s you saying “it’s only me”.
Yes you, saying “it’s only me”.
There’s no pleasing those who want to be - please stop bleeding for those who don’t want to -
bleed on the ceiling, but don’t mistake it for the sunrise rising.
It’s not time to go to bed.
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Wide Awake
04:38
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I was rolling sober, I slept in lost and found, woke up in October, and fell right through the ground.
Raging thunder, my gods fighting in the clouds, I was standing under trying to calm them down.
Give it soul while you’re wide awake.
Give it love, give it all away.
I am a son, but not just for today.
It has begun, time to flow away.
Biting down situations, chew ‘em up spit them out. ‘Till this day it’s left a bad taste in my mouth.
No hesitation running to the ocean mouth,
If I came here screaming then that’s how I will go out.
Give it soul while you’re wide awake.
Give it love, give it all away.
I am a son, but not just for today.
It has begun, time to flow away.
Give it soul while you’re wide awake.
Give it love, give it all away.
I am a son, but not just for today.
It has begun, time to flow away.
Time to flow away.
Time to flow away.
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