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Apathy
03:00
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Last night I dreamed
that I fought with all my friends
Told 'em to fuck off and die
When I woke up I was so relieved
Would be a shitty world with only apathy and I
Oh apathy, my oldest lover
So good to see you again
Oh apathy, my oldest, closest friend
How I wish you'd just stay dead
When apathy stays over
And drapes her arm around me
Everything seems like work and the work never gets done
When apathy creeps into bed
And dims the lights within my head
The days feel a duller colour
And theres no such thing as fun
Oh apathy my oldest lover
How I wish that you weren't here
Apathy my oldest, closest friend
Oh you are the one I fear
Apathy
Oh apathy, I think we should call this off
I had a good thing going here
until you came into my life
Like a molotov
Again I wish you luck in your endeavours
You do your thing
I'll do mines
And i won't think twice
I'll see you never
Oh apathy my oldest lover
This break of ours is one you cannot mend
Apathy my oldest, closest friend
This love of ours is finally at its end
This love of ours is finally at its end
This love of ours is finally at its end
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2. |
Sundown
02:44
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Trapped in a box
And all the talks hostage to the fear
Breathe in Mexican beer
And the sun is getting so low
Oh its eating all our time
And the sun is getting so low
Wouldn't stop it wouldn't try
Certainty escapes from me
Falling back in my chair
With a thousand mile stare
And the city's lungs are failing
There's something in the air
And my worried mind is aching
Too much weight for me to bare
And the sun is getting so low
Oh its eating all our time
And my worried mind is aching
Stay alone at home inside
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Crayons
04:11
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Colour your teeth like crayons
Cause you eat them all the time
I don't know how you're not sick
My mate Tom ate some and died
Were you crying in the shower
At 6am alone and sleep deprived
Look in your children's eyes
Take your batch of crayons
Watch them as the years kill off the light
Take your batch of crayons
You'll never see the time pass by
Colour your face in blue
Its been blank for a while
Scarred like a new tattoo
Carved into the last of your mind
Tell the kids to go to school
And when they leave eat all their crayons, I
I wasn't ever alive
I'm just dreaming for now
Watching as I lose my peace of mind
Take your batch of crayons
You'll never see the time pass by
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4. |
Scammerdale Gold
03:16
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Kick off your hat and shoes
the day's been long and rough
the storm outside is raging
but here we'll be more than warm enough
sit by the fire
'til the embers grow cold
we'll trade old stories
of scammerdale gold
the worlds a funny place
sometimes more cruel than kind
if you need a hole to hide in
a quiet place to rest and unwind
sit by the fire
'til the embers grow cold
we'll trade old stories
of scammerdale gold
and come walk with me
while the warm grows cold
we'll laugh together
about scammerdale gold
and when your alone
and the days drip by
like blood through stone
if your old friends call on the phone
get the gang back together
and we'll chat 'til morn
nothing like hanging out with friends
in the end everything will be alright
in the end
sit by the fire
'til the embers grow cold
we'll stay together
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Tavares
03:48
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I'm on a road I'll never know I'm leaving
Sailing on the stream of a motionless lake
People around heads burning down to their bent knees
Their eyes are mirrors pointing at me
Tavares recollections
Celebration days
Highlights of a better life
July boats ablaze
*But I'm leaving
The past only serves to remind you who you've been
I'm still around, but my heads burning down like a gum tree
Losing the person that i used to be
Tavares recollections fade
The years still pass but I remain
Wiser and older has a cost
The person you once were is lost
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A is for Octopus Perth, UK
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