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Got the shakes
Too much gravy
What did I do
Knuckles scraped
Please don't blame me
Can't hurt a fly
I couldn't hurt you
Change my shape
When I'm crazy
Flat stones skim the surface of water
Three strikes and then they go under
Don't tell me it's over
Please wait for me
I swear I'll go sober
Please wait till this hell freezes over
Some people shouldn't mess with the thunder
I'll go sober
Don't mess with the thunder
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Dust motes in a beam of light
They slow down time
Snowflake on a black wool glove
Melting in the sunlight
Dust motes in a beam of light
You left without a fight
Dust motes in a beam of light
Slow down time
It's cold outside
I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
Your transgressions
There's a vulture at the end of my bed
It's 5am
It thinks I'm dead
There's a vulture at the end of my bed
Against the window in silhouette
There's a vulture that would have me asleep
It's looking at me like I'm some piece of meat
I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
If you die
If you die
Everybody says I'll be alright
I don't think so
Cried over my supper
It revived
Got off the table
Started to fly
If you die
If you die
I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
Dust motes in a beam of light
They slow down time
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Here's to a long life
For the end I'm in a home
All my friends have long since gone
Staff are cold but rules are rules
How can children be so cruel?
If I could leave I wouldn't stay
Never thought I'd end this way
Death is welcome
Why'd she wait
Tell her I said so
Tell her I said so
Out the window
Seasons change
Here inside
It's all the same
With the snow the birds have flown
Tell her I said so
We all pray for longer life
Longer life stuck in some home
Home's a word cuts like a knife
Noone chooses to grow old
Put your mark upon my door
I don't play here anymore
This delay is just a bore
Tell her I said so
Here's to a long life
Here's to a life that's lived too long
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Glazed eyes turning away
Is it true
Are you seeing him again
Email swiftly erased
Is it true
You're seeing him again
I caught you on the telephone
You've no answer to the question
Who's on the line
You were crying on the telephone
Is it me
Is it him
Show me how to survive
Can't afford to divorce
I'm so scared
Show me how
To accept we've run our course
Loved you the best of our years
We'll survive the sting in this tale
Last call numbers erased
We'll survive the sting in this tale
After dark when you got home
You were walking
Said you're walking
Down by the pier
Feel that I'm the last to know
There's the children
Not the children
Show me how to survive
Can't afford to divorce
I'm so scared
Show me how
To accept we've run our course
Blindfold my love
Adjust to betrayal of trust
Blindfold my love
Adjust to betrayal of trust
You left a message on my answer phone
There is something you can't tell me
We don't have much time
Tests came back and the doctor said
There's no answer to the cancer
We don't have much time.
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My life is just a fake
Put my fist
Right through these walls
If I concentrate
The paint is wet
But I forget
I keep drifting off
The floors can't take any weight
But my pen moves on
Keeps writing
No mistake
What we have we share
All in together
Always come prepared
Whatever the weather
I'm late
I'm always late
I'm somewhere else
Not here and now
In time and space
I'm lost on a map
Where the satellites won't track
In an altered state
Which leaves no trace
I'm late in time
And lost in space
What we have
We share
All in together
Always come prepared
Whatever the weather
Rabbit hole
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Stand at the curbside
And watch the world go by
In this town
No one looks you in the eye
Where is the place not driven on by time
Where's the city of dreams
A city made of light
Where people laugh more than cry
Leave their doors open
Fall in love every day
Brave hearts get broken
This city aims to love
Regardless of the bruise
We love and marry
Any sex or race we choose
On the underground
We all look so worn down
On the circle line
Forever going round
We love our children
Not school down
Open minds
We learn that happiness is the aim of life
Make for this city
Within our minds
Make for this city of light
Within our minds
Where's the connection to the heart of living
Where's the connection to life
The life we are living is unforgiving
Less like a flower than a knife
Where's the connection to heart living
Where's the flower of life
We aren't defined by our work
And what we own
If you can find your way here
You've made it home
We love and marry
Any sex or race we choose
There's no one here
Who uses their gods to exclude
Make for this city
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I pretend that I know where I'm going
I pretend I know where I came from
Or the fear
Will engulf completely
I chose to waltz this bridge of sighs
Act my age
In an age of indifference
I'm as big as I can dream
I forget in the truth of my nature
I forget to forgive
And so I look away
Look away
Look away
I can't stop
So I carry on
I don't trust
God is on my side
Indirect as the gaze of a geisha
I'm still that lost and lonely child
Look away
Look away
All mirrors shattered
Poor plastic clown
All that really mattered
You weren't in the building
When the walls came crashing down
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Fear takes my breath away
I'm saving my skin
Dogs bark at a stranger's feet
I act without thinking
Fear fights for the driver's seat
Keeps braking the chain
Next time he rides in the boot
We got wise to his game
We be giant or small
Satellite's askew
Compensate for fear of falling
I'm afraid of you
Shadows on the wall
I'm afraid of you
They dissolve when we start talking
You must want it too
Fear
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I pretend that I know where I'm going
I pretend I know where I came from
Or the fear
Will engulf completely
I chose to waltz this bridge of sighs
Act my age
In an age of indifference
I'm as big as I can dream
I forget in the truth of my nature
I forget to forgive
And so I look away
Look away
Look away
I can't stop
So I carry on
I don't trust
God is on my side
Indirect as the gaze of a geisha
I'm still that lost and lonely child
Look away
Look away
All mirrors shattered
Poor plastic clown
All that really mattered
You weren't in the building
When the walls came crashing down
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