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The stress is starting to show
in what you call beautiful
and i've looked around
this whole small town
for what you think you need
for what you want from me
and i keep coming up
keep coming up empty
shadowing to learn where there's a lack in teaching
making all the noise of the shyest angels
going down deep so deep i can't breathe
and i don't regret a single thing I've seen
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We're such young things
I grow a hundred years
Every time you look at me
The way you do
When you believe in me.
Believe that we're
Going back
i'd like to fall in love
But i'm just no good at it
Tired of living through
Someone else's nostalgia
The feelings it brings up
Burning
Splintering in the wake of
Going back
Halfway between truth and being you
We have a way of smiling
Each time you get confused
Our hearts are slaves to wanting
A hand in need
And you will tumble maybe remaining
Or just to stay
But don't turn back
To going back
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We're such young things
I grow a hundred years
Every time
Revealed too soon
The mystery
When you believe in me...
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i suppose i should have fought
fought for you
tried to save you from yourself
i should have stayed home
and talked some sense into you
don't pretend to be strong
don't get me wrong
i know you don't love me
i faked it and
faked not being jealous
i should have stayed home
and talked some sense
into you
don't pretend to be strong
don't get me wrong
i know you don't love me
i should have stayed home
and talked some sense into you
words can't repair the damage
actions have done and we're begun and have begun again
followed my heart to another fucking dead end
and a stranger's bed
trying to make amends by
replacing you and you know
that's not what i wanna do
[Chorus]
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Think that I've been here too long
Think that I say that too much
And I'm sure that I want to blame you
But I was once told how polite I should be
Many are the paths of glory
This isn't one of those
I don't want to hear about you
So why won't you listen to me?
I'm only broken down
When I can feel myself here
I'm only broken down
When I can see straight
I'm only broken down
When I can think clearly out of this
Fully developed
With habits and ego
And all of these things make me smell like a man
But I'm trying to prove you exist
But you're still in my head
[Chorus]
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Inclined to say it's okay
Perpetuating your excuses
But it just amounts to a
Slightly different intro
To the same old shit
There was a time
That I would have believed
But girl you know this isn't it
Weasel yourself back
Where you just don't fit
For now I feel it's time to let it go
Even if it's my place I know it turns it burns and fades
Smile hides your other face
Going through paces again
Sorry and dramatization
You and your
Back up twin
Sometimes she and I
Pretend not to recognize
For now I feel it's time to let it go
Even if it's my place I know it turns it burns and fades
Someday you will be known
Even in name
I've been looking for meaning
I'm not able to show
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It's never been easy for us
Maybe it's worth it
This all seems to come down
When I'm still rubbing my eyes from sleep
Confusion
And I'm sure you think you won me over
I just never know anymore
Both are right answers
And maybe you're wrong
For always soothing my
Frantic mind and you say
You say to give it time
You say things will be fine
You say you'll work this out but
You don't know that for sure
Like teasing blades on skin
Supple subtle innuendoes medicate me
I'm giving in
Like needles in my brain
Passionate remembrances to educate me
I'm giving in again
A cracked and fragile smile
A failed attempt at innocence
Is shuffling towards me
But something else is shuffling behind
I ask myself, in a coital haze
Whose face is staring out at me
Whose face has come to devour me
Nearly all I have it seems
And I'll never end up
To have it around for you
And I, And I
I can feel you, I can fill you in
As long I keep you safe with me
And warm in all I give you
Anything if that was enough
[Chorus]
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got another letter
his attempt at feeling better
i just feel more alone like i wanna go home but i'm too old for him now
they say never say never
but all the days he stayed away
i had to tell myself something
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you assume control of the helm of something
you just can't understand
and assumptions are the tool of the ignorant
and you thank all the wrong people
and seem so unreal
and lacking the feelings to notice
and you're indicating
the way you stare the way your hair
frames your lying mouth
my intuition left me here without the claws to know what's real
and you come again with your quaint words
all dressed up in opportunity
there's occasion in you to celebrate
but i don't believe anymore in holidays
i stay awake to keep you out of my head
for everything creeps places they don't belong when i sleep
and you're the same as the pride before you
and i just want you to shut up and look pretty
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Cold and alone
I am waiting again
For the doors
to open for me
Here in my cell
I am waiting again
For another lost hour
Or a wasted day
All I ever needed
Is so far away
But I am waiting
Just one more day
If I can make it
Just one more day
Standing
by the window
I am watching
The same thing
Waiting
on this payphone
For an answer
That won't come
[Chorus]
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i feel the need
oh, i feel the need
to destroy you
then you can go
and do you know
whatever it is
that you do
i'm giving up
i've had enough
of what you dare to call love
crave a single day
where the unspoken contest
just melts away
where my best is enough
to make you stay
i used to believe in self respect
but now i just want something safe
and there are no guarantees
nothing left unscathed in me
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slowly writing me out of the story
the way your words can strangle
the lack thereof can blind
lay by me you aren't here
and ankles bound by obligation
for all the presents broken
and promises bought
and religion and respect sought after
you can't answer
i have made you mine (i feel cold and i feel bitter)
fashioned little to be recognized (and i look small)
oh my dream (have gotten frail)
this week i'm weak and trying to recall
why i came to you again
and you smile and try to mean what you say
you're swallowed in teeth and try to repay
replay the scene you can replace
what you dreamed
going door to door
to find myself
you try to stay faithful to my pride
to blend into the end
to fit the mean
[Chorus]
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the way every kiss seemed a convenient accident
and how i miss you while you're sleeping
and how you look at me when you think i'm thinking
and even with the mess we're in it's still unique and sneaking
you slowed so soft when you saw that i was bleeding
you're eyes ate up more light usual
all the haircuts gone by while bided my time
looking for the boy in the photograph
ridding each other of the parasites we've invented
to keep the room whispering when we wished it to be quiet
agreed to keep the insides inside outsides in a hangover
the rest spilling over into telephone lines
creep around the mines 'til we get to know each better
maybe together we can get better
the way every kiss seemed a convenient accident
and how i miss you while you're sleeping
and how you look at me when you think i'm thinking
and even with the mess we're in it's still unique and sneaking
you slowed so soft when you saw that i was bleeding
you're eyes ate up more light usual
all the haircuts gone by while bided my time
looking for the boy in the photograph
ridding each other of the parasites we've invented
to keep the room whispering when we wished it to be quiet
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(Gilmour/Waters)
So,
So you think you can tell
Heaven from hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail
A smile from a veil
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish
How I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
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