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Decided, to sneak off away from your stomach
and try your pulse,
They captured what seemed all unknowing and candid,
but they suspected it was false.
She's playful, the boring would warn you be careful
of her brigade.
In order to tame this relentless marauder:
Move away from the parade.
She was walking on the tables in the glasshouse,
Endearingly bedraggled in the wind,
Subtle in her method of seduction,
Twenty little tragedies begin.
And she would throw her feather-boa in the road,
If she thought that it would set the scene,
Unfittingly dipped into your companions
Enlightened them to make you seeth
There's affection to rent,
The age of the understatement.
Before the attraction ferments,
Kiss me properly and pull me apart.
My fingers scratch at my hair
Before my mind can get too reckless.
The idea of seeing you here
Is enough to make the sweat go cold.
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You want to have her
Two years have gone now
But I can't relate to the never ending games that you play
As desire passes through and you're open to the truth
I hope you understand
And your love is standing next to me
Is standing next to me
The one you fell for
But it's seemed you deny
And you laugh at yourself again and again
But as you drink to the thoughts she'll remember you
maybe tomorrow
And your love is standing next to me
Is standing next to me
And your love is standing next to me
Is standing next to me, is standing next to me.
Is standing next to me
You want to have her
Two years have gone now
But I can't relate to the never ending games that you play
As desire passes through, then you're open to the truth
I hope you understand
And your love is standing next to me, is standing next to me
Is standing next to me, is standing next to me.
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I can still remember when your city smelt exciting
I still get a whiff of that aroma now and then
Burglary and fireworks
The skies they were alighting
Accidents and toffee drops and thinking on the train
Oh, he was young, in the frost
No regard for the cost of saying his feelings
In the moment they were felt
And if he was calm like you
Locked up inside of your loops then he'd know for well
That all he had to say was
All he had to say was goodbye
Summertime made promises it knew it couldn't keep
The fairytale was climbing up a mountain far too steep
Colouring the pictures
With your loyal hand
Now I am craving heartbreak while you're making your demands
Oh, he was young, in the frost
No regard for the cost of saying his feelings
In the moment they were felt
And if he was calm like you
Locked up inside of your loops then he'd know for well
That all he had to say was
All he had to say was goodbye
If he was calm like you
Locked up inside of your loops then he'd know for well
That all he had to say was
All he had to say was goodbye
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When we walked the streets together
All the faces seemed to smile back,
And now the pavements have nothing to offer
And all the faces seem to need a slap
There's an unfamiliar grip on an unfamiliar handkerchief
Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn't notice
With you no matter how vicious the grief
Her expression was damp and crooked
Grabs onto my throat and won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go
Save me from
The secateurs
I'll pretend
I didn't hear
Can't you see
I'm the ghost in the wrong coat
Biting butter and crumbs
There's a handsome maverick you don't talk about to keep me calm
And I can't help but try create diversion
Pulls you back onto his arm
Please don't tell me
You don't have to darling I can sense
That he painted you a gushing sunset
And slayed their pink panthers in your defence
He stands separate and ever deadly
Clings onto my throat and won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go
Won't let go
Save me from
The secateurs
I'll pretend
I didn't hear
Can't you see
I'm a ghost in the wrong coat
Biting butter and crumbs
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Leave yourself alone
Leave yourself alone
(Leave yourself alone)
Can't you see
You're only here to be torn apart
Based upon
And nothing else
So leave yourself alone
Leave yourself alone
Tell your wasted time
Tell your wasted time
Tell your wasted time
That I am worse
And I would wish they'd all
Give him a chance
I owe apologies
So tell your wasted time
Tell your wasted time
It's torture
Locked inside the chamber
Cornered by yourself
Cornered by yourself
(Cornered by yourself)
You must admit
That you are the instigator
Hanging on to arguements
And your cornered by yourself
Cornered by yourself
It's torture
Locked inside the chamber
Lost inside the chamber
Locked inside the chamber...
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Only the truth
She reckons, she hopes
Only the truth
She reckons, she hopes
The way she walks is scripted and taught
Don't give her an eye or she'll sniper your mind
See by her hand, she's been there before
She lifts up the glass as she brings down the mask
Only the truth
She reckons, she hopes
Only the truth
She reckons, she hopes
Climbing the stairs as to follow her prayers
They go through screwed me, stop you right there (?)
Hands on your arms as she greets all your friends
The twist of the line seems a bitter end
Only the truth
She reckons, she hopes
Only the truth
She reckons, she hopes
The girl with many different strategies
The winks, the waltz, they curse them to their knees (?)
She's in the one by the riverbank
So it's easier for her to drown you
And she claims, oh she claims
It's only the truth
She holds in her hands
Yes, it's only the truth
She holds in her hands
She holds in her hands
She holds in her hands
She holds in her hands
She holds in her hands
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As subtle as an earthquake I know,
My mistakes were made for you.
And in the back-room of a bad dream she came,
And whisked me away, enthused
And it's as solid as a rock, rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will, hit something
On the hazardous terrain
And we're just following the flock, round and in-between
Before we're smashed to smithereens, like they were
And we scrambled from the blame
and it's the fame that put words in her mouth, she couldn't help but spit them out.
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds
She was spitting on her birthday, and now
A face in the crowd, she's not
I suspect that now forever, the shape, she came to escape
Is forgot.
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting, and give her less than everything
Around your guilty conscience she will wind
And we're just following the flock, round and in-between
Before we're smashed to smithereens, like they were
And we scrambled from the blame
and it's the fame that put words in her mouth, she couldn't help but spit them out,
Around your guilty conscience she will wind.
And it's a lot to ask her not to sting, and give her less than everything,
Innocence and arrogance intwined
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He bit your lip and on the tip
of your tongue was your view
The heavy belt with how you felt
in ways that tilted you
Paper cuts from the love letter you never gave him
could not meet
your new found meat
a misbehaving lie
Why
Why would you say sorry
Oh Why would you say
Why would you say
You said there was a nagging lack
of smiles went dancing on your back
Tenderness a plenty book
that wasn't what you craved
His whole thin heart desire start to make demands
If he adored you would be a fool to make your plans with her
Why would you say sorry
Oh why would you
Why would you say sorry
Oh why would you say sorry
Oh why would you
When it's just one of many bullets you will bite
While waiting for a ray of light
waiting for a ray of light
waiting for a ray of light
Paper cuts from the love letter you never gave him,
Could not meet
Your new found meat
A misbehaving lie
Why
Why would you say sorry
Oh why would you
Why would you say sorry
Oh why would you say sorry
Oh why would you
Why would you say sorry
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I don't like you anymore
And fallen for the phone again
Enticed me for a second time today
Only for me to realise the same
I don't like you anymore
Cracked and your face is changing
You're going down the old route
But I can't let your repeat and repeat it again
The sound of your voice
Is piercing my patience
As you turn through the midnight corridors
Can we keep in your resent
Retire to the setting a hint
Drying in an old familiar cast
Twitching as I fear it's far too late
Cause I don't like you anymore
I don't like you anymore
I don't like you anymore
Cracked and your face is changing
You're going down the old route
But I can't let you repeat and repeat it again
The sound of your voice
Is piercing my patience
As you turn through the midnight corridors
And there's stuff in the corridors
There is no escape from these
No offence to your trap and be your disease
Well you are just a something to cease
And you swear that you think that you tease
But you pout which is about
And your final lie can be described as fine
It can be described as fine
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In my room she'll get to you
In my room she'll get to you
In my room
Could I turn on the light
Inpress unknown eyes
Humour absorbs the thoughts
Challenge emotionless thoughts
Seeing things with a second glance
As she turns through her magazines
In my room she'll get to you
In my room she'll get to you
In my room
Could I turn on the light
Inpress unknown eyes
Humour absorbs the thoughts
Lift up your sorted heads
Played like dancing fools
Turning the tension round
Building up silent sounds
Just another day
Oh in my room
Shruck out like before
Oh in my room
Room
Room
Room
Room
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The colder the night gets
The further she strays
And he doesn't like it
Being this way
And she tried so hard
To steer away
From the meeting place
But her heart had let her down
She clings to his consciousness
Wherever he lays
He struggles to sleep at night
And during the day
He's worried she's waiting in his dreams
To drag him back to the meeting place
His love had left him there
Where the voice still echoes
I'm sorry I met you darling
I'm sorry I met you
As she turned into the night
All he had was the words
I'm sorry I met you darling
I'm sorry I left you
Four weeks they had trolled around
Playing the fools
They knew the time would come
And time would be cruel
Because it is cruel to everyone
He's crying out from the meeting place
He's stranded himself there
Where her voice still echoes
I'm sorry I met you darling
I'm sorry I met you
As she turned into the night
All he had was the words
I'm sorry I met you darling
I'm sorry I left you
I'm sorry I met you darling
I'm sorry I've left you
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The time has come again
Slowly walking down the steps
To where she would have been
If only they were seventeen
Waiting patiently
He stood between her fraying scene
Hiding from himself
As well as everybody else
Without per mission
His face became wet
He thought that he learned
How to not get upset
From folded notes in envelopes
Meet me beneath the moon
Don't go too soon
She went too soon
The time has come again
Slowly walking down the steps
To where she would have been
If only they were seventeen
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