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The sky is dry tonight and so am I tonight
You fly like an eagle and you glide like an angel
You fall like a star
I still think you're beautiful
Like a miracle in black and white
But I still understand your reasons for leaving me
'Cause I'm untrustworthy and it's my fault
I miss you
The grass is cold today and this feeling, it is old today
You're cold like a snowflake and you're warm like heartache
And you burn like a sunray
I still think you're beautiful
Like a miracle in black and white
But I still understand your reasons for leaving me
'Cause I'm untrustworthy and it's my fault
I miss you
She drinks the poet right out of his heart and soul
But she's always hurting, yeah, there's glass in her foot again
As she smiles, the truth bends
Or maybe it's all part of the way it was before we started
I still think you're beautiful
Like a miracle in black and white
But I still understand your reasons for leaving me
'Cause I'm untrustworthy and it's my fault
I miss you
I still think you're beautiful
Like a miracle in my life
But I still understand your reasons for leaving me
'Cause I'm untrustworthy and it's my fault
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
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I cannot cope unless I'm guided by hope
And this girl, you see, she's a mystery to me
I wish that I could show you all the things that I've done
I'm hiding all my regrets away from you
I'm never confiding but finding a way to drink my way through
Silly Brentwood boy
There's no wick in the candle
I can't handle this fight on my own
Cobbled street, I can't find my feet in this burning heat
But the wicked man sleeps in no man's place
In no man's place
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be OK
The wicked man keeps his only grace
The wicked man is me
Wicked man is me
Spends his time writing songs for her
And the word escape is his favourite word
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And his father's son with his mother's eyes
And he's crying alone where you can't see his tears
Thinks he's dying, can't get a grip of all his fears
The silly Brentwood boy
Iron out a few creases, the pieces never fit
Old lanterns dotted around and demons living inside their precious homes
But the wicked man sleeps in no man's place
In no man's place
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be OK, not today
The wicked man keeps his only grace
The wicked man is me
Yeah, the wicked man is me, me, me, me, me
The wicked man sleeps in no man's place
In no man's place
And he wishes he could tell you it will be OK, but not today
The wicked man keeps his only grace
The wicked man is me
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I don't know where I'm going
And I don't know where I've been
And I don't know any of your names
And now my heart is showing
You've seen all of my dreams
But if I could change for you, I'd change, I would
If I could change for you, I'd change, I would
I would
If I could change for you, I would
I've chosen a different train now
A different train of perspective
The pictures I paint are sharper now
I think that it's a shame how
My addictions are reflective
But if I could change for you, I'd change, I would
Yeah, if I could change for you, I'd change, I would
I would, yeah
If I could change for you, I would
And the lights shine bright in Tokyo tonight
And the heat, it burns in Tokyo tonight
And the light has stopped in Tokyo tonight
And you're all so far away in Tokyo tonight
If I could change for you, I'd change, I would
Yeah, if I could change for you, I'd change, I would
I would
If I could change for you, I would
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What if I could promise you'd never be alone?
Would you care?
And what if I could promise I'd always be there?
To be there
I'm heading further down
But it feels like I'm rising up to the surface
I couldn't give any more, more to you
So, my dear, how dare you walk in here?
I couldn't love you any more, love you more
So, my dear, how dare you walk in here?
Two days have passed now and I still miss you like crazy
Yeah, I'm still heading further down
But it feels like I'm rising up to the surface
I couldn't give any more, more to you
So, my dear, how dare you walk in here?
I couldn't love you any more, love you more
So, my dear, how dare you walk in here?
How dare you walk in here?
The past and the present and my future changing
We were winning last century
And I've got one thing left, one thing left to say to you
I want nothing from you now at all
I want nothing from you now, nothing at all
I want nothing from you now at all
I want nothing from you now, nothing at all
I want nothing at all
I want nothing at all
Nothing at all
At all
At all
I couldn't give any more, more to you
So, my dear, how dare you walk in here?
I couldn't love you any more, love you more
So, my dear, how dare you walk in here?
How dare you walk in here?
How dare you walk in here?
How dare you?
How dare you?
You, you light up my world with colour and feeling
You, you light up my world with colour and feeling
I don't want to fall but I'll fall with you
And I'll leave when you want me to
I dream of your voice 'cause I don't have a choice
And I'll bleed when you want me to
I don't want to fall but I'll fall with you
And I'll leave when you want me to
I dream of your voice 'cause I don't have a choice
And I'll bleed when you want me to
Bleed when you want me to
I don't want to fall but I'll fall with you
And I'll leave when you want me to
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I've seen so many mounds of earth from all of the holes that you've dug
Don't let them scare you any more, scared of a tear in the next lane
Lead your memories astray to fit in with the mood on this brand new day
We still see so much beauty in this world
Don't make a sound, don't touch the ground, thinking in positives
We still see so much beauty in this world
Don't make a sound, don't touch the ground, thinking in
The sails are torn and the rush is gone and the sun is reborn, reborn
We'll catch the next wave out of this rut
My blood, it pumps harder, becomes the Armada
Nothing will cure it, you've got to endure it
We still see so much beauty in this world
Don't make a sound, don't touch the ground, thinking in positives
We still see so much beauty in this world
Don't make a sound and don't touch the ground, thinking in
And the sails are torn and the rush is gone and the sun is reborn, reborn
Oil, oil season
We still see so much beauty in this world
Don't make a sound, don't touch the ground, thinking in positive
We still see so much beauty in this world
Don't make a sound, don't touch the ground, thinking in
The sails are torn and the rush is gone and the sun is reborn, reborn
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Stabbing pillows, smashing up things that I need
Self-destructive, find a new addiction to feed
Sorrow becomes pity, all around me, he moves, stable
Swallowing my pride, crybaby, temper, temper
I just want to be a good man and give what you need from me
A good man to open the curtains and see
I need a new plan, selfless and free like you, just like you
I got to be a good man 'cause these colours don't suit me much
A good man before I crumble and I lose touch
A new plan to bring back the man I used to be for you
Flashing light ensemble
Flashing light ensemble
Got another question for myself, why is it always me, me, me?
I've lost hold of all of my shame, it's public property now, you see
I've seen friends disappear, they disappear and they never return
A flame flickers over the edge of the page, the man I was will also burn
I want to be a good man and give what you need from me
A good man to open the curtains and see
I need a new plan, selfless and free like you, just like you
I got to be a good man 'cause these colours don't suit me much
A good man before I crumble and I lose touch
A new plan to bring back the man I used to be for you
I want to be a good man and give what you need from me
A good man to open the curtains and see
I need a new plan, selfless and free like you, just like you
Got to be a good man 'cause these colours don't suit me much
A good man before I crumble and I lose touch
A new plan to bring back the man I used to be for you
Flashing lights, flashing light ensemble
Flashing lights, flashing light ensemble
Flashing lights, flashing light ensemble
Flashing lights, flashing light ensemble
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