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You stand in the doorway,
A block up the street
Ringing the doorbell
There's tapping of feet
High yellow hair
And a worn brown suit...
Enter, and break the news
Now tell me the story
I give it the time
No need to worry
Everything's fine
I'll take you away
From this name-calling scene
Sure... You can bring your magazine
Cold and windblown on the old bandstand
You and I walking hand in hand
A neon glow-shining
Down on us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Now tell me the story
I'll give it the time
When you stop looking
Then you will find
I'll take you away
From this name-calling scene
Just bring your magazine
Cold and windblown on the old bandstand
You and I walking hand in hand
A neon glow-shining
Down on us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Cold and windblown on the old bandstand
You and I walking hand in hand
A neon glow-shining
Down on us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
Don't wait up for us
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you search your mind
that's what it's there for
check all the whys
and all the wherefores
in your mind you're tall and brave
riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave
you make your movements now
and where you want to be
and everybody knows
that's how it's gotta be
in the sheltered morning sun
in the sheltered morning sun
internally you make your own rules
you have excuses the ones that you choose
in the end you demean save
riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave
you make your movements now
and where you want to be
and everybody knows
that's how it's gotta be
in the sheltered morning sun
in the sheltered morning sun
there comes a time
you don't even know what's missing
some sugar to make the pill go down
you need a line
a push in the right direction
some sugar to make the pill go down
true
true to form
true to breed existing worms
truly wasted out of rave
riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave
riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave
you make your movements now
and where you want to be
and everybody knows
that's how it's gotta be
in the sheltered morning sun
in the sheltered morning sun
in the sheltered morning sun (3x)
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Empty Glass
Gets another round
Squeaky Chair
Makes another sound
There's a gentle breeze
Playing in your hair
Come take a bow
While they're still all there
It's what it is
It's what it was
And what will be here
After us
There is no memory
There is no recall
No recollection at all
Your dark glasses
Sliding down your nose
Bring these proceedings to a close
It's what there is
It's what it was
And what will be here
After us
Your dark glasses
Sliding down your nose
Bring these proceedings to a close
It's what it is
It's what it was
And what will be here
After us
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Keep your clever lines
Hold your easy rhymes
Silence everything
Silence always wins
It's a perfect alibi
There's no need to analyze
It will be all right
Through the longest night
Just silence everything
But we could live by the foot of the mountain
We could clear us a yard in the back
Build a home by the foot of the mountain
We could stay there and never come back
Learn from my mistake
Leave what others take
Speak when spoken to
And do what others do
Silence always wins
So silence everything
It will be all right
In the morning light
Just silence everything
But we could live by the foot of the mountain
We could clear us a yard in the back
Build a home by the foot of the mountain
We could stay there and never come back
We could stay there and never come back
We could live together
But we could live by the foot of the mountain
We could make us a white picket fence
Build a home by the foot of the mountain
we could stay there and see how it ends
We could stay there and see how it ends
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don't change me, I'm gonna break if you try
don't change you, you know the tears I'm gonna cry
and I sure will miss us when we're gone
you're the real meaning of the sun
it shows you off to everyone
you're the real meaning of the sun
it shows you off to everyone
the real meaning
I want the real meaning
don't fix me, it breaks my heart to see you try
don't fix you and leave me for some other guy
and I sure will miss us when we're done
you're the real meaning of the sun
it shows you off to everyone
you're the real meaning of the sun
it shows you off to everyone
when I'm thinking about you fondly
then I'm thinking about the only real meaning
of the sun
of the sun (3x)
you're the real meaning of the sun
it shows you off to everyone
you're the real meaning of the stars
it guides me to the place you are
the real meaning, yeah
I want the real meaning, mmh
the real meaning
I want the real meaning, yeah
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The shadowside
You say I have
Is making everything
Go bad
You say I don't
Care enough
For all the things that
I have got
But I do
And I will
I don't want to see myself descend
Into the shadowside again
If you ever let me go again
In the shadowside I'll end
The shadowside
Where I go
I'm never where
I'm needed so
You say I don't
Give enough
That I don't care for
All I've got
But I do
And I will
I don't want to let myself descend
Into the shadowside again
If you're letting go of me again
In the shadowside I'll end
But I do
And I will
Yes I will
I don't want to let myself descend
Into the shadowside again
If you're letting go of me again
In the shadowside I'll end
In the shadowside I'll end
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The lights change on the hill
The air seems strangely still
Everyone's asleep
The floorboards creak at dawn
As you walk out on the lawn
The grass is wet beneath
You think it rather strange
You think it rather weird
It's fair to say that
Nothing is keeping you here
Nothing is keeping you here
Nothing is keeping you here
The phone is off the hook
As you sink into a book
You don't know where you are
From the world detached
Unto a girl you latched
It never got too far
And everybody's down
And everybody cares
It's fair to say that
Nothing is keeping you here
Nothing is keeping you here
Nothing is keeping you here
And everybody talks
And everybody stares
You knew your day to shine
Would come without you here
Come without you here
Nothing was keeping you here
Here...
Nothing is keeping you here
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Wrong
You never got it wrong
You always got it right
But now some time has passed;
You're ever so slightly off
Things you could do asleep
In a not too distant past,
Are trying your patience
Harder now
And though
Everything moves along
You hope that the rumour's wrong
That Mother Nature
Goes to Heaven
Right
You never got it right
It always got away
When you had it nailed
It was ever so slightly off
Sending you somewhere else
Than where you had to be
Making it back is much
Harder now
And though
You're struggling to get on track
It pales somewhat to the fact
That Mother Nature
Goes to Heaven
And there will be no sadder day
When all the birds
Have flown away
I'm trying your patience harder now
And though
Everything moves along
You hope that the rumour's wrong
That Mother Nature
Goes to Heaven
Mother Nature
Goes to Heaven
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You can run through every forest
You can sail the seven seas
You can climb the highest mountain
To try dissolve these memories
In case you never knew it
You can't undo it
You can jump of the edge of the world
(These things you'll never find)
Hide out in some monestary
(Out of sight and out of mind)
Lose your mind in meditiation
(These things you'll never find)
And never put your mind at ease
(Out of sight and out of mind)
You think you're running to it
But you are wading through it;
A sunny mystery
You think you're running to it
But you are wading through it;
A sunny mystery
A sunny mystery
Life is the dream that you wake up to
(These things you'll never find)
Dreams are the life from which you wake
(Out of sight and out of mind)
Everybody makes the extra effort
(These things you'll never find)
Never knowing what to do
(Out of sight and out of mind)
But you know the answer
Yeah, you know the score
It feels just like before
It's a sunny mystery
And that's how it's got to be
Because no-one knows for sure
The outcome of this
Sunny mystery...
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Start the simulator
Controllers, listen up
What's your status, Guidance?
Let's take it from the top
Coming up on docking
The beginnings of a tear
Clearing the tower
We take to the air
Start the simulator
Give your tanks a stir
The bright ejecta blanket
All is in a blur
Switch to Omni Bravo
B Bus under volt
Roll right to zero
Steady as she goes
We're gonna fly so high
Into the rendered sky
We're gonna be all right
Inside the endless night
Start the simulator
I.S.O. valves are gray
EDS to manual
Translation looks okay
Save it for the splash down
Things you want undone
You're in command now
Your home away from home
You're in control now
Now you're on your own
Now you're on your own
You're in control
You're in control
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