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Where New Faces Grow Old
04:22
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It scares me to know I'm ready as can be
Pulled out all my hair, put the cats to sleep
I'm in a happy home, frozen in a snow-dome
Heart and lungs so weak they fail in every breeze
Why am I alive
Like an old dog waiting to die
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Build up the dark, to look inside
Body of love, candle bright
Story to like, the bonding of bones
Candle's bright, all the time
Heaven sells, in wishing wells
A hate for home, and mothers tone
Drop in blue, a day or two
Skeletons, will feed you truth
To know and need, and beg for free
To lift our eyes, a few degrees
Clean the house, burn it out
I just wanted to say, something.
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Eggs
01:44
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I had children
It never was the best thing that I did.
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Working with your friends
Oh he feels that its not enough
Oh its not enough
Drunk and starving, half awake
But its not enough
Oh its not enough
Enough to know
That he barely feels the pain
That he feels he needs to gain
Fails to win those alien friends
With their telephones
And perfect clothes
Walks from bar to bar
Becoming one with his dictaphone
A perfect poet
In his mental home
And he’s working on some plan
To fuck with the man.
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The Storm
04:29
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Cliff Face
04:22
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Trenches all around
As we tread the broken ground
We'll turn our heads for now
But we can still hear them
Soldiers, come home
The war is over, come home
But you're lost in the snow, too many years ago.
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The Long Drive Home
13:28
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We've spent our whole lives
Reaching back in time
The more you try to grab that child
The more he hides
Caught a paper plane
Threw it back again
Maybe I should have flown away
But it was already too late
We're chasing the tide
But I've lost my child's eyes and I'm left here
Breathing the sea air
And I've got my head in the sand
But now I finally understand
How you can't catch a feather
With such a desperate hand
I'll let out whats inside
No longer a scream just a sigh
The modern worldwide battle cry
No one dares to try
Dreaming about living
While living dreams
The sun isn't what it seems
To me
Crashing through the week
Far too sick to stay asleep
This money doesn't work
And yeah we pay so much to go to work
You realise through your passive eyes
That you can't whisper.
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Salvage My Dream Berlin, Germany
Salvage My Dream is the music of Robin Fisher
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