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(k)no(w) way out
06:17
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(k)no(w) way out
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2. |
slave to nothin'
04:21
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Nothin’
It’s only getting harder
It’s only growing deeper
The hedge is getting taller
The maze is growing weaker
I’m walking on water
It’s turning to ice
You better think twice
Before losing all order
Brother Kin
Long Live the King
I will not slay him
But I will slave to nothin’
Call me a liar
Call me thief
Call me anything
Cause I am on fire
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3. |
boredom and laughter
03:45
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Off and away
Off to a day he invented up on his inventing machine
He set up his sail
And ripped it back down
Just to see if his life had a meaning
He’s storing his life in a pigeon hole
He’s figuring out where’s he’s gotta go
He’s thinking it’s all just a show
Cause the last 7 years aint’ exactly what he bargained for
All the boredom and laugher (All the boredom & Laughter)
Half way to see
He’s falling asleep
When a book caught his eye
That he thought he must read
Perched on a stool
It was open to
A page that made sense of his life as a fool
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When he Awoke
The lump in his throat
Made sense of the words
That he wrote in that note
He gazed on toward
Back to the shore
And chose not to post that note back to them all
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4. |
wasting time
06:18
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I can only see so far into the distance
I can only see so far into the haze
I know that you’ll come back running when it suits ya
I know you’ll come running back one of these days
So I’ll think about the perfect place to meet ya
And I’ll call you when I find it on the way
And we’ll sit and smoke a ciggie in the bleachers
Try our best not to scare ourselves away
Wasting time
There’s no time
There’s a perfect ending floating in the distance
There’s a perfect ending floating in the lake
Got a better chance of laying with persistence
In a bed that’s never going to be made
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Hello, my sweet desire
Farewell, my sweet denial
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5. |
russian mouth
05:46
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A Russian mouth
Filled with blood
An empty house
Filled with love
We’ve all gone out
To the party
We’re all worn out
It’s time to go home
So come get weird
Show no fear
It’s just a trip
So go with it
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Breathe…
In the Ocean
Come on breathe, in the night.
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6. |
mystery trip
03:11
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Where do I find myself at such an hour
At my bruised feet falls the petal of a flower
Only a scent so sweet
Can heal my wound so deep
Under a creeping heat I feel myself cower
She’s too delicate to touch
I fear she might break
Lady Pocahontas, wait’s by the lake
Without a hair out of place
I reach to untie her lace
But lady Pocahontas shies away again
I am ashamed
How do I find myself at this conclusion
I’ve been searching for an end
Banging my head up against
The changing of the tides again
It’s not our fault that we are both lying
And fighting
Inside
This tiny little room
We both avert our eyes
But there’s no where to go, oh
Lady Pocahontas did we get it right?
Or do I gotta sleep alone again tonight?
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7. |
bloodline
04:33
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Give me another
I been out searching
For battles in the night
I learnt my lesson
There’s nothing there to find
What you see is what you’re gonna get
What you get is what you’re gonna see
I hold good company
But it’s all the same to me
Give me another chance
I need another lifeline
I need another lifeline
Give me another chance
I need to feel the bloodline
I tied some string
Around her wrist before she left
I knew that one day it’d break and she’d forget
It really aint that bad cause
Nothings as it seems
It’s all the same to me
And all my company
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Line, line, line
Line, line, line
It’s all the same to me
Cause nothings gonna take me higher
It’s all the same to me
Cause nothings gonna take me higher
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8. |
the world's awake
06:02
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On the day that I was born
I was cut off from my father
Told I had one brother
And it’s for these men that I do mourn
Little was the fortune owned
But stronger grew my skin and bone
And I grew tired of bein’ alone
So left in search of a new home
After time I could not rest
And I learnt of monks and thieves except
There came a stirring in my chest
To chose which one would suit me best
Oh the worlds awake tonight
When it was said I found my feet
I crawled upon on old oak tree
And settled gently underneath
For several years I did not laugh I did not weep
All I saw a women’s face
And I tried my best to leave no trace
But she would haunt me with her chase
To foreign lands and colder places
To foreign lands and colder places
After cloud and all her storm
Restored my figure back to norm
It seemed my fate had been for-warned
That pleasure’s taste had pain in store
That pleasure’s taste had pain in store
Circles trace my entrapped mind
And they led me right back to a time
A metal pole ran down my spine
Behind my eyes I could not fight
Behind my eyes I could not fight
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9. |
(k)no(w) way out ii
03:17
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(k)no(w) way out
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