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She'll be gone soon
You can have me for yourself
She'll be gone soon
You can have me yourself
But do give
Just give me today
Or you will just scare me away
What we build is bigger
Than the sum of two
What we build is bigger
Than the sum of two
But somewhere I was count on my own
And somehow I must find it alone
24 and blooming like the fields of Maine
25 and yearning for a ticket out
Dreams burn but in ashes are gold
Dreams burn but in ashes are gold
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Hey Baby, Mrs Cold
Acting so tough
Didn't know you had it in you to be hurt at all
You waited too long
You should have hooked me
Before I put my raincoat on
Okay, I get it
Okay, I see
You were fronting because
You knew you find yourself vulnerable around me
Okay, I get it
Okay, I see
You feel vulnerable around me
Hey baby
What's going on?
You lost control and you lost your tongue
You lost me
Deaf in my ear
Nothing you can say is gonna change the way I feel
Okay, I get it
Okay, I see
You were fronting because
You knew you find yourself vulnerable around me
Okay, I get it
Okay, I see
I step too close to your boundaries
You wanted nobody around to see
You feel vulnerable around me
Hey baby
What is love?
It was just a game
We're both playing and we can't get enough of
We're both playing and we can't get enough of
We're both playing and we can't get enough of
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Crossroads and given the option
To pass and look back at goals I've missed
Rainbows of burning bridges
If you squint a little more it looks the same
But ooooooooooooooooooooooooh
There's a little bit of me inside you
Gathering what you've lost
But oooooooooooooooooooooooooh
There's a little bit of you in everone
Can never keep a secret
Problems, lines on your face
You smooth them out so no one can tell
put a straight back upon a stage
could dance dance hide the tremor in your hand
But ooooooooooooooooooooooooh
There's a little bit of me inside you
Gathering what you've lost
But oooooooooooooooooooooooooh
There's a little bit of you in everone
And I'm watching you now
I see you building the castle with one hand
while tearing down another with the other
And I'm watching you now
I see you building the castle with one hand
while tearing down another with the other
And I'm watching you now
I see you building the castle with one hand
while tearing down another with the other
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So we meet again after several years
Several years of separation
Moving on, moving around
Till we spend this time chasing the other's tail
Ohohohoh, I could never belong to you
Ohohohoh, I could never belong to you
Winter and Spring, Summer and Fall
Yeah the wind surfer crossing the ocean and the boat behind
Skiffling rags, shuffling walls
You're the up tip toe by arena (???) in the chorus line:
Singing
Ohohohoh, I could never belong to you
Ohohohoh, I could never belong to you
River and sea, picking up salt (?)
Through the air there's a fluffly cloud falling down as rain.
Ohohohoh, I could never belong to you
Ohohohoh, I could never belong to you - oohooh
I could never belong to you -ooh ooh
I could never belong to you -ooh ooh
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You set yourself above
That all forgiving god
You claim that you believe in
Your kind is gonna fall
Your ship is sinking fast
And all your able men are leaving
Only someone
Who's morally
Superior can possibly
And honestly deserve
To rule my world
I talk before I think
You shoot before you know
Who's in your line of fire
So somehow we're the same
We're causing people pain
But I stand and take the blame
You scramble to the night
Only someone
Who's morally
Superior can possibly
And honestly deserve
Only someone
Who's morally
Superior can possibly
And honestly deserve
To rule my world (10x)
Explain me one more time
When they kill it's a crime
When you kill it is justice
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The telegraph gave us hope
Before was the silence and the panic it brought
The sky was the blankest sheet
We drew lines upon it
So our thoughts could meet
Through cables black and cold
We carry our intentions to bridge
And bring home
Would it all be so clear
If the lines were erased
And the silence restored?
Boys of today write lines on walls
In the streets at night
In suburbans of cities with no name
Is this destruction or just quiet protest
Against loneliness
The car go lights in our lamps
They're weight is so heavy
And this is all we know
Our message will need a ship
To travel across oceans
That can't otherwise be crossed
It underplate on the waves
And cautions the water so we can be safe
It underplate on the waves
Then cautions the water so we can be safe
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I'm letting go
To see if you hold onto me
I'm in doubt of what is thought and what is real
In our room
Between the shapes I thought I knew
A guilty…
A pillow of feathers like snow
I've come to listening post be on your lines
I'm all ears to gather clues and look for signs
But I can't hear the song you sing
While you try to soothe
Why are you whispering while the bombs are falling?
Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing
Go easy on me; you can't help what I'm doing
Hello again
Where did you, where have you been?
Oh renegade, you came back from the labirinth
You're like me: you've looked for things that could be found and the threat
But guide though black times
Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing
Go easy on me; you can't help what I'm doing
other thoughts, out of number, spoken words
In the early hours we failed to establish
Who was hurt, lost.
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I see you changing girl
From Day to Day
Impressed by and trying to imitate
Those who are older
Those who are colder
Suddenly embarrassed by your age
Our bigger blessing, girl
Is being young
The power of not knowing
Where you belong
I try so hard to keep it
Not to lose that secret
Waiting for someone like you
To come along
Maybe it was me
That made you old
Stole whatever it was that
Made you glow
A little touch of something
A lot of work for nothing
And now our heart, once open,
Will be closed
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Beauty memories of all the places
we captured without camera
we've seen the pyramids
we've seen the Louvre
we've seen Orion upside down
the total eclipses and the moonlight shadows
we've seen dolphins jumping waves
we've ski'ed the mountains and we swam in the rivers
and let the sunlight dry our skins
but freedom, freedom never greater than its owner
freedom is the mastery of the known
freedom, freedom never greater than its owner
no view is wider than the eye
show a view to someone who chose to live his whole life in cave
he'll raise his arms to protect his eyes from learning
and the blindness to which he belongs
this time it's me, it's me
cascades of chances I'll just let them be
the unfamiliar is right below our eyes
don't look for what we know
the unfamiliar is right below our eyes
but freedom, freedom never greater than its owner
freedom is the mastery of the known
freedom, freedom never greater than its owner
no view is wider than the eye
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Why, why so quiet
oh my mysterious country singer she asked
my life (love), it's a riot
I am climbing barricades in empty streets at night
when I'm down fighting shadows
twenty-five postcards in a box in my room
telephone conversations
gas slowly leaking out of a heart shaped balloon
it's a dangerous game
that I'm not sure if I could keep playing for long
it's a dangerous game,
it's a very fine line and if one step is wrong
I have no cards to play and that's why
I've got nothing to say tonight
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He won't touch you anymore,
Staying at his side.
Half indifferent, half afraid,
It will only make you cry.
What is given can't be returned.
The cards are in our hands.
All that is living can be hurt,
And that's the end of innocence.
Second round found you beating death,
The miracle of life.
Once each of you caught your breath,
A question simmers inside.
How far away from being in
Can there be stated of love?
How to put it is you're bound within.
What matter is it made of?
What will we become?
What will we become?
What will we become?
Second to numb.
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We take what's dead
And breathe life in
And move like knives
Through scars on land
Still untouched
No stain of hands
Caramelized
In a tilted light
No chain stays unbroken
All aims get forgotten
The weight of lead
On floors of sand
The idea reduced again
To outcome
No chain stays unbroken
All aims get forgotten
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