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She arrives like autumn in a rainstorm
The threat of thunder above
I'll return from the streets of Melbourne
I'll return my love
This is world is filled with frozen lovers
The sheets of their beds are frightfully cold
And I've slept there in the snow with others
Yet loved no others before
These cold dark places
Places I've been
In cold dark places
I dream of spring
This world is filled frozen lovers
The sheets of their beds are frightfully cold
And I've slept there in the snow with others
Yet loved no others before
These cold darks places
Places I've been
In cold dark places
I dream of spring
In cold dark places
I dream of spring
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Endlessly blue above me
Endlessly blue beneath
The buoyancy of belief
Je fais la planche
What lies
Beyond the surface
That loses
Tthe profoundly deep
An uninterrupted sleep
Je fais la planche
Floating here
In a dream
In this dream
Of Eearth and sky
In this dream of life
Floathing here
In a dream, in this dream
Of Earth and sky
In this dream of life
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Oh, sweet sorrow
Let's write the book tomorrow
For I caught a glimpse
Been obsessed with it ever since
My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity
That you pronounce in me
Won, you have won
My illumination has begun
I am happily indifferent to the ones
Who have consistently been wrong
And all that once confined us
Like minutiae at its finest now is gone
Oh, sweet sorrow
Let's write the book tomorrow
My eyes no longer weak amongst the clarity
That you pronounce in me
I am happily indifferent to the ones
Who have consistently been wrong
And all that once confined us
Like minutiae at its finest now is gone
And all that that lies before me like the asphalt
Lures me forward towards home, home, coming home
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In love comes waltzing in
And gives my head a spin
With the answers backing one
Whose world turns upside down
Shattering the ground
Other expectations
Love beyond reason, is a love so hard to find
And love that can season you, make your heart a one tract mind
I will make you happy baby
I will make you smile
I’ll drive you crazy baby
Once, in awhile
Once, in awhile
(Ohhhhh)
Love beyond reason, is a love so hard to find
(Ohhhhh)
Love that can season you, make your heart a one tract mind
I will make you happy baby
I will make you smile
I will drive you crazy, baby
Once, in a while
Baby once, in a while
Once, in awhile
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One says love is tragic
One says miracle
One becomes a skeptic
One is vulnerable
It's sad to me how quickly
We define
What's wrong with yours
Is right with mine
You think
That we could learn
To let things slide?
Just let things slide
One side moving closer
One is more obscure
One side feeling open
One in overload
All the time it takes
To build things up
And no time
Flat to deconstruct
You think
We could learn
To give it up?
Give it up
The thin ice that we tread
That's dangerously set
The intentions
Go falling through
And you
I had you in my web
Now here I am instead
Hanging by a thread
I'm caught up back and forth
Of balancing my fear
I'll tell though you
For all it's worth
I fell for you my dear
It's sad to me how quickly
We define
What is wrong with yours
Is right with mine
You think
That we could learn
To let things slide?
Let things slide
The thin ice that we tread
That's dangerously trapped
The intentions
Go falling through
And you
I had you in my web
Now here I am instead
Hanging by a thread
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If I were near you would you feel me there?
Could you feel me moving softly through the air?
Lay me down and still your mind say nothing, nothing
Now close your eyes
I will never leave
I?m a dream that answers to you
If I were near you would you feel me there?
Say nothing, nothing, now close your eyes
Close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes
I will never leave
I?m a dream that answers to you
Close your eyes, close your eyes
Close your eyes
(I will never leave)
Close your eyes
(I?m a dream that answers to you)
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Sunday, Sunday
The one day, I revere
Sunday, Sunday
Let no one-interfere
Six days a week, waiting
I spend waiting-to be spending
Sunday, Sunday
Let no one-interfere
Six days a week, waiting
I spend waiting-to be spending
Sunday afternoon
(Sunday afternoon)
Naked in your room
(Naked in your room)
Love is all consumed
Sunday, Sunday
Let no one-interfere
When the world disappears
Let the world disappear
Let the world disappear
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I spend a lifetime curving out my fate
Things I like, things I hate
My very nature is to criticize
And then cut myself down to size
On the cusp of compromise
To living hell, I slipped and fell
I'm in the corner licking off my wounds
Loves come and go, all too soon
Looking back upon my life as such
And the remedies they cost too much
Such a frail and fragile place
This egg and shell upon my face
Fueled by desire
(Fueled by desire)
Wind adds to fire
(Wind adds to fire)
Flame of the uninspired
On the cusp of compromise
To living hell, I slipped and fell
Such a frail and fragile place
This egg and shell, upon my face
Fueled by desire
(Fueled by desire)
Wind adds to fire
(Wind adds to fire)
Flame of the uninspired
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Straight onto the beatin’ path
Phase down into its aftermath
Kills me to find myself here at last
I blame it on my human side
I blame it on the other guy
I blame the stars on the boulevard
The perfect body, the perfect smile
The perfect lover impeccably in style
I use to be I’d, laugh it off
Now it’s just this joke I got
A halo promises a sinner’s dream
The punch line is I always swim upstream
I blame it on my human side
I blame it on the other guy
I use to be I’d laugh it off
Now it’s just this joke I got
A halo promises a sinner’s dream
The punch line is I always swim upstream
Upstream
I use to be I’d laugh it off
Now it’s just this joke I got
A halo promises a sinner’s dream
The punch line is I always swim upstream
Upstream
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So I find myself and what I became
Having nowhere else to lay the blame
The darker side of me in my discovery
The shadow and the frame are indeed the same
Does the taste for truth disappear with you?
Are my efforts all but wasted fruit?
The promise of my prime fading on the vine
But falling days indeed the seeds of time
And so we're losing this life we live
[Incomprehensible] but beautiful
The promise of my prime fading on the vine
But falling days indeed are the seeds of time
So I find myself and what I became
Having nowhere else to lay the blame
The shadow and the frame perfectly remain
The shadow and the frame are indeed the same
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Once I turned the TV on
I saw the green grass on the lawn
I don't know why it struck me off
That life was perfect as a catalog
I guess I'm just a jealous dog
I walked into a house of prayer
I didn't feel so welcome there
I was looking for the hand of God
When it struck me hard, I was hit by a fraud
Oh, the mean, mean mouth of a jealous dog
Oh, the mean, mean mouth of a jealous dog
I had a friend with a handsome trait
When he's done with his dinner he'd lick his plate
It's a way of living that I applaud
Like the message in this monologue
To never be a jealous dog, never be a jealous dog
Never be a jealous dog
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