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Yeah you got knee high boots to hide focaccia fruit
You better think twice about the soy milk drink babe
You got a patent handbag and solid state rags
You wont think twice about the bill will you baby
Should I be the one to say that you don't need it
Skinny Jean crushed a kenyan roast bean
Raoul devours another organic buffet
They're so preservative free to keep their smokescreen
Should I be the one to say that you don't need that
Style guide never would proclaim that you don't need it
They say you like it sundried tell me is that right
They say you like it sundried tell me is that right
Skinny Jean loves brazilian roast beans
Raoul wood fires a tandoori pizza today
Special filter gonna keep them both out of harms way
Should I be the one to say that you don't need that
Too tired to survive the day a brew might fix it
Skinny Jean we'll all die sometime
They say you like it sundried tell me am I right again
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If I had no friends I'd have no one to ridicule
So goes the tale of the resident fool
If I clear my space I could clear it to be with you
Backhanded claims of a resolute
If I call an end to the trouble I'm sinking in
Maybe a sign for a crime or sin
I'll love my girl when she comes home
I'll love my boys when they get home
With friends like that who needs enemies
If I make no sense I'll be nearer to fitting in
Spreading the wisdom by accident
If I call you out that'll bring it all to an end
Token resolve of a dissident
When you pull me in that'll settle the residue
Maybe a sign for a crime or a sin
I'll love my girl when she comes home
I'll love my boys when they get home
With friends like that who needs enemies
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When you are set to throw in your hand
When you are far from home
When what you believe is buried in your hands
When you feel outgrown
I'll be the one to pick you up again
When you decide you've had enough of it
I'll be the one
I'll be the one
When your speech is slow
When your eyes are closed
When you feel betrayed
When your heart is frayed
When your feet are cold
When your sights are low
I'll be the one to pick you up again
When you decide you've had enough of it
I'll be the one
I'll be the one
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Holding out for a signal to come
Solution found should appease everyone
Religion hides from developing proof
Believers try to encourage the truth
Cascading down golden rays above
Cascading down life from far beyond
May reveal the silence they deny
Sound and sight end suspicion and fear
Distant light took so long to appear
Fey black eyes mystified everyone
Cascading down golden rays above
Cascading down life from far beyond
May reveal the silence they deny
But they keep filling up, keep filling up my eyes
But they keep filling up, keep filling up my eyes
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There's nothing to say but she came and then she went through
Her cardamom powder sneeze raised the old hotel roof
There's nothing to play so we swam into the rockpool
Habits are breaking me so we broke thru to the other side
Original cyber freak waved in through the sun roof
Double allergic wheeze spoiled the phantom flow through
Neighbourhood of disease paved the way to fondue
Habits are breaking me so we broke through to the other side
We broke through to the other side
We broke through to the other side
It was meant to be
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I keep looking back for clues
They're all mine
I keep pulling back from truths
They're all mine to give
All mine to give
All mine to give
All mine to give
Lies to relieve and soothe
They're all mine
I would brake the holy rules for you
They're all mine to give
You've got your brakes on
I should run a mile from you
You're all mine to give
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Far may you run from what you know
Sermons homespun before the show
One superjudge that brings a change in taste
The new seasons king with a brand new face
The old seasons bloom seemed to run its race
And we standby for your word
Truth and intent will lose the day
Music's revenge to pave the way
Play favourites with a view to changing taste
The new seasons king with a brand new face
The old seasons bloom seemed to run its race
And we standby for your word
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And you'll be there to break my fall
To reassure my doubts and faults
And all your fables will ring true
They are the lies you lean on too
There's love on your breath
I'd better not say
About the blood on your hands
You hold the future in your hands
And sullen eyes soothe and command
A graceful mouth your deadly tool
Too bad the truth has fallen through
There's love on your breath
I'd better not say
About the blood on your hands
The incarnation of a Christ
Manipulation
There's love on your breath
I'd better not say
About the blood on your hands
The cross on your head
What does that say
About the blood on your hands
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Oh Jesus Christ, what name do you go by now
For time is passing with the wind blows new decrees
Canned for life your used by date is faded
And followers of you now watch TV
What could I do
And tonight your dress is looking shaded
The colours don't seem to captivate
Count the loss I see your moving on now
Pressures off no more people to drag you down
What could I do
On my own I stand naked
Jesus Christ, don't look at me that way
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Tell me when does your justice start
What you say and what I see they are miles apart
Now I'm as guilty as any man or woman I declare
Of apathy and selfish greed and self interested affairs
Now why must we accept these things when after all
They're only handed down
Tell me when does your mercy begin
What you say and what I see
Looks like its come to an end
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Sea uprising takes me in
The crimes I'm fighting break my skin
Sea uprising takes me in
I don't know
I don't know
You might have to take me in
You might have to break me in
These rules and systems are losing ground
What I believe in is breaking down
This blind direction is lost and found
I don't know
How far to go
You might have to take me in
You might have to break me in
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In my head inside my dreams
Under my hand as no one's seen
Bent to the will of the others
Strange kind of day to discover
That all seasons fail and recover
Don't tie the hands of your brother
All seasons fail and recover
Home ground relief from a name
Feather to breathe and remain
In your climb to be unique
Why don't you see you have all turned out the same
Now all seasons fail and recover
Don't tie the hands of your brother
How do I decide where to go If I don't know who to bring
Share secrets with the wine and the wind
All seasons fail and recover
Don't tie the hands
All seasons fail and recover
Don't tie the hands
Don't tie their hands
Don't tie their hands
I n your climb to be unique
Why don't you see you have all turned out the same
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