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I'm sick of blowing all this smoke out
Trying hard to feel doubt
My book dropped to the ground
At the part where the frontiers are all pulled down
But they couldn't and they wouldn't have
They couldn't and they shouldn't have
But they could and they would have
I inherited a nation
And a language all worn out
And wallowed by the windows
At a rambling house at the edge of
What I couldn't have
I couldn't and I shouldn't have
I could and I should have
Someday we'll find a heaven
Full of the good and freedom
Of somewhere younger than America
Born in what we can hope to have
Through the north woods
We stand out of this slow motion town
Through the willows and the aspens
Cos you've been weighed down
Full of what
You couldn't have
You couldn't and you shouldn't have
You could and you should have
Someday we'll find a heaven
Full of the good and freedom
Of somewhere younger than America
Born in what we can hope
And from the first edition
Of East of Eden
You find a version of America
Born in what we can hope to have
Someday we'll find a heaven
Full of the good and freedom
Of somewhere younger than America
Born in what we can hope
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There is no time I don't mind around you
All things must pass away
All things have memories
Closer than their living day
No time I don't mind around you
Everything must pass away
The words have meanings
Readers have writers
Bigger than the consequence they have
You are bigger than the monuments we have
And you call yourself a heartbreaker
There's still no time I don't mind around you
The characters fall away
On a Paris street corner that fades into the day
But for unexplained reasons you
publicised your life away
The words have meanings
Readers have writers
It's not the consequence they have
It's bigger than the monuments we have
Yet you call yourself a heartbreaker
The words have meanings
Readers have writers
They try without trying
And they lie without lying
And they always lie
The words have meanings
And the meanings are bigger than the monuments we have
You are bigger than the monuments you have
And only lost when your heart was broken
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I'll meet you outside the city halls
I'll be standing on the steps of the hall
And be waiting til I find you
You said be there or be square
And meet me outside the hall
How can I refuse
Such an eloquent misuse of
A phrase that I never would
In the back of your mind
You're leaving alone
But after you leave
You'll be breathing alone
Could I Could I succumb?
Could I Could I succumb?
Could I Could I succumb?
Could I?
Still by the side of the city halls
Five minutes is a month in the past
When no one's waiting to find you
People stop and stare at me outside the hall
And in our lives we don't succeed
But the rain in Albion Street
Fills a silence that no words could
In the back of your mind
You're leaving alone
But after you leave
You'll be breathing alone
Could I Could I succumb?
Could I Could I succumb?
Could I Could I succumb?
Could I?
Ohhh
Could I Could I succumb?
Could I Could I succumb?
Could I Could I succumb?
Could I?
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You take my life away (take my life away)
You take my life away (take my life away)
You take my life away, life away, life away
To break my life away (break my life away)
To break my life away (break my life away)
To break my life away, life away, life away
And then you look into my eyes
Until I saw the night surprise
And you saw the night surprise
And you know that the night can bring you back to life
And you know that the night can bring you back to life
And there's a chance that it might
If it won't take away your life
Then you know that the night
Can bring you back, it brings you back to life
You break my life away (break my life away)
To break my life away (break my life away)
Break my life away, life away, life away
You take my life away (you take my life away)
You take my life away (you take my life away)
You take my life away, life away, life away
And then I look into your eyes
Until I saw the night surprise
And you saw the night surprise
And you know that the night can bring you back to life
And you know that the night can bring you back to life
And there's a chance that it might
If it won't take away your life
Then you know that the night
Can bring you back, it brings you back to life
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You follow it back
You follow it all back
Then you take my dreams of nothing
You regard them all with nothing
And through the unknown we go back
You find the new, and you take it back
Until you take my dreams of nothing
Make it in together
So it feels like we belong
To a place we feel together
So it feels like we're all gone
When we're gone for forever
I'll be gone for forever
You follow it back
You follow it all back
Then you take my dreams of nothing
To regard them all with nothing
Between the road and the water's edge
An acolyte of disorder
Then you bury my dreams of nothing
We make it in together
So it feels like we belong
We re-unite together
So it feels like we're all gone
Cause we're gone for forever
Then we're gone for forever
I'm gone for forever
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And the moon brings us back, I'm going back over to the islands
In between your smiles theres a clue whether to scream or be silent
And the wind blows sad and joyful on our arrival onto the island
And with your sense of dislocation you make the perfect travelling companion
And the world will always seem so much younger than me when I take the boat out
A crowded world will always seem emptier to me when I take the boat out
Suspicion fills a stranger who looks beyond the horizon
All the days that I've found love and left with only my feelings to survive on
I walk the solemn line in with the rhythm of the seas around the island
And there are times to act and times to stand back and time to show whats needed to rely on
And the world will always seem so much younger than me when I take the boat out
A crowded world will always seem emptier to me when I take the boat out
When the sea answers the island oh when I take the boat out
It's emptier and silent oh when I take the boat out
How come you always seem so real divine
You put your hand in my hand make it my design
And we give what we have and we do what we can
Put your hand in my hand
How come you always seem so real divine
You put your hand in my hand make it our design
And we give what we have and we do what we can
Put your hand in my hand
And the sea answers the island oh
And the sea answers the island oh
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We've gone post electric
I've written down the concept
It's casual to deny
Along sentimental lines
A little bronze age electric
And born for the first time
Returning to the tried and tested methods
Keep it modern and alive
I took it as a warning sign
When the heavens clouded over
I've got to keep it in sight
It's the reason for me being in the morning light
To have a clear, clear vision
Despite all the things I'm told
Broken down and homesick
To hide the disappointment
Because a fortunate life, holds no surprise
When you're looking for distinction
And what it brings
Then it's an easy climb to find
A worthwhile reason
When you're looking for a warning sign
An inhibited persona
Into the lines of empty sky
They're richer than my feelings for the moning light
To have a clear, clear vision
Despite all the things I'm told
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Your heart's not the type to go beating by itself
Lyrics aside, then let it beat for someone else
Don't let your heart do the talking for your mind
You'll be living in the shadows of your secrets
But your heart has something I don't have
And your heart has something I want to have it away
I want to have it away
A little hope to give you hope
As doubt sets in your mind
And what you say is too kind
And not worth it's patience
I was there, I was there
I'd complain if I cared
And I'll use the words the way they make me sound
But your heart has something I don't have
But your heart has something I want to have it away
I want to have it away
Your heart has something I don't have
Your heart has something I want to have it away
I want to have it away
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I'm choosing words that seem to be forgotten
As I use them
These are the same words that let me be forgiven
The minute I choose them
So I won't try, try, try
To sell my advice
Cause it's meant to be forgotten
The minute you try
The lies take the place
Of advice
I can't say
If I'm awake
Like I say
We're built that way, where I'm from
An extension of Lacan's way
A mirror stage
Of disappointment
Where you're from
Give me a clue when these words were written
In reference to use them
So when they're gone, they intend to be forgotten
The minute you choose them
There's not much point
Accepting your advice
Like 'oh to be forgotten'
It only takes two minutes for you
To change your mind
I can't say
If I'm awake
Like I say
We're built that way, where I'm from
An extension of Lacan's way
A mirror stage
Of disappointment
Where you're from
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It's all the little things
Descending in the hope for what tomorrow brings
Depending what you wear and what you choose to sing
But slumped forward on bars, seeing circles in stars
You'll find it hard to define who you are
With acclaim, you find it anywhere you are
It's in the dictionary under 'stars, who think they're stars'
But then judgement doesn't go far
You've broken the bounds of the circling stars
Show me fame
Decide who to blame
Let me think about it all night
Why do you have to show me again
When you were right the first time?
I've watched you turn into a goodbye
Almost into a stranger
The dead have been seen alive
Take my car and drive away, towards the river
Drive to the end of the river
And show me fame
Decide who to blame
Let me think about it all night
Why do you have to show me again
When you were right the first time?
Show me blame
Let me think about fame
I'll think about it all night
Why do you have to show me again?
I believed you more the first time
Show me fame
Decide who to blame
Let me think about it all night
Why do you have to show me again
When you were right the first time?
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That age old look is in your face.
It's been there a while tries not to say
That you've had your day
But have a faith that looks both ways
Look in your eyes, we'll last a lifetime
So when you reach the end of the road
It still leaves somewhere to go
You don't look for signs at the end of the road
But I won't try to live side by side
And I won't try when you can take me back in time
That charmless look upon your face
Found its way through the smallest things that have changed
So when you reach the end of the road
It still leaves somewhere to go
You don't look for signs at the end of the road
But I won't try to live side by side
And I won't try when you can take me back in time
And I won't try to live side by side
And I won't try no one can take me back in time
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