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Spine
04:32
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It’s such a funny feeling, being alive
When I can sense that you’re nearby
Such a foolish notion, using words
Silence makes feel so sure.
Come on, come on
You can’t be wrong
It’s at the center of your spine
Come on, come on
It’s calling home
I got a place for you inside
I waited so long
Waited so long
I waited so long I was always alone
It’s time
For the screen to rise
Gently to reveal your soul
Oh, for me to recognize
Are you there? Are you there?
Sometimes I feel so scared
To the left, to the right
Which is the way to you tonight?
Come on, come on…
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Window
04:18
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Rat race, burnt out nerves
Our brains overestimated
Background noise, ceaseless noise
Organized, updated.
Guests appear, disappear
Leaving us with cans of beer
Getting drunk, slightly drunk
Easy smile, wait a minute.
There’s just a window
Between the rain and the bed
There’s just one way
Between my head and the rain.
Wear the hat in different ways
Endless chain of falling ashtrays
On the bench, wooden bench
Blank my mind for a second
Can’t escape parts of hell
Like the smell of burning nylon
Exercise, memorize, try to be nice
Wait a minute.
There’s just a window…
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Small Talk
04:07
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You like to bare your soul during small talk
Fascinate a stranger and walk
I guess we’re all entitled to a hobby
Meet me in the lobby, we’ll talk
Just talk.
I know these afternoons;
I know them all too well
The sound of stirring spoons
inside of coffee cups
You take it milk and two;
correct me if it’s not enough
We can roll around later on
Like we used to, it was great
Don’t you know my love is never gone
It just changes into hate
Changes into hate
Tell me what is wrong;
I’ll make sure that it goes on
You like to bare your soul during small talk
Fascinate a stranger and walk
I guess we’re all entitled to a weakness
To a little sickness, let’s talk
Just talk
We can roll around...
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4. |
Sum of Something
04:31
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When I call you up
You tell me a dream and I laugh
I split up in half
When I call you up
Every time I talk to you
The closest voice in the world
Takes an international tour
Goodbye my love.
You didn’t want to take this
road with me
Shall we talk it over?
Didn’t want to take this road
Shall we talk it over?
Shall we talk it over?
Talk it over tea?
This is the sum of something that
wasn’t to be
Red red roses grow
But what do they mean?
I see you in every porno magazine
On a bench in a beautiful garden,
compliments aside
A man tried to steal my soul,
you weren’t at my side
You weren’t at my side
You didn’t want to take this
road with me…
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