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Clan Destiny (2006)
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Surfing a Slow Wave
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Eyes wide open,
it's taking hold of my life.
Words unspoken,
rumours cut like a knife.

Walk a mile in my shoes
then tell me, what do you see?

It's high treason,
open season on my life.
Pour my heart out
would that help to suffice?

Walk a mile in my shoes
Tell me, how would you feel?

Clowns and reformers
trap my words in a noose.
Double dealing
radar scanning for the truth

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Now that we're through
I guess you'll be leaving
to pastures new.
Well, I won't be grieving.

Light outta darkness,
dreams outta dust.
Knowing that you
sold out my trust.

Well, I can't be part of that tragedy
knowing that you're so wrong for me.

I'm never through
through with believing.
Seems that it's true;
you were deceiving.

Light outta darkness,
dreams outta dust.
Lucky in life
if not in love.

Well, I can't be a part of this tragedy,
'Cause you and I were never meant to be

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They're telling me if I believe
They'll pull the evil out of me
Gonna set my spirit free
Down at the healing ground.

Cure me with a snake bite
Something ain't feeling right
Blood in the moonlight
Down at the healing ground

Have I really gone this wrong?
Do I really need a shot this strong?
Can salvation be found?
Down at the healing ground?

They don't know the shape I'm in
Drowning in a sea of sin.
Will I die and be born again
Down at the healing ground?

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Going down to Steam Town
gonna lay my money down.
Going down to Steam Town
it's like that big hole in the ground.

Punch-drunk and restless
I got some bills to burn.
We came down from the Pocono Mountains
too late to take a U-turn.

We talked a lot of nonsense
as we urged each other on.
We didn't heed the one true constant –
The party looked like a bomb.

Meet me at the station
I'll be waiting at track number nine.
We can make it to New York City
By just about supper time

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Money can't buy it
the love I have to give.
You can't deny it
it's my kiss that you miss.
Love, let's be patient, one day soon.

Memories haunt me
and I ask myself why.
They tease me and taunt me
since we said, said goodbye.
I'm living a new life from now on.

After we parted
it all came so clear.
I looked and I counted
the sum of my fears.

With memories like loose change
in the palm of my hand,
can't let you escape from me now.
There is no way, now how.
I feel like that loose change
and I can't understand.
There is no way, no how
I'm living a new life from now on.

These memories haunt me
and I ask myself why.

Money can't buy it,
all the love that you give

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Surfing a Slow Wave

[No lyrics]

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There's a long night ahead.
Noise enough to wake the dead.
Then you and I can cut loose.
Gonna show you where I roost.
A world gone mad –
slime time on the news.
Politics of fear
shortening the fuse.

Yes, I've grown weary,
so very weary.
(Take this) weight off my shoulders.

Get to questioning my sanity.
Don't need them to check my integrity.
Can't be blind to my vanity.
With friends like these, well, who needs enemies?

When I'm wracked with the pain,
been nearly driven insane,
I reach for you in the night,
make the load seem light.
You raise my kundalini –
never been more in tune with my fantasies.
It‘s a revelation,
the new infatuation.

Yes, I've grown weary,
so very weary.
(Take this) weight off my shoulders.
Get to questioning my sanity.
Don't need them to check my validity.
Can't be blind to, yes, my vanity.
With friends like these, well, who needs enemies?

We're all part of a manifest destiny.
I'm down on pushing this corporate identity.
There'll never be a need for their indemnity.
As long as there's blacktop right in front of me
never been more in tune with your energy

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Savour the moment as you take your first breath of the day.
Capture that moment with no thoughts to intrude in your way.
Go with the feeling; don't be scared to strike out on your own.
All your spells and your potions will protect you from feeling alone.

All you aspire to, all will be there for you.

The illusion of fredom is what gets us through the night.
Rebirth and renewal are the lessons of all that's right.
Stay in that sweet spot, let the fear and the loathing slide by.
Capture the moment as you ready yourself to fly

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Now that I can be,
once and finally,
all that you want me to be,
not so sure that it serves me well;
the person you want me to be.

Lovers need to be free from tyranny
as they're working it through.
Took some time for the mist to clear;
it may take time for you.

Feel I'm left with an open wound;
not made the best of my time.
The break was made not a moment too soon;
I must be cruel to be kind.

Lovers need to react with empathy
as they're working it through.
Leaving time for some tea and sympathy,
something we did not do.

Can't be your dog, your fool,
your crutch, your tool.
Am I able to make myself clear?
Damned if I do or don't,
bend to your will, I won't.
We never made anything clear.

Lovers should trust each other equally,
respect all that they do.
Find the space to live and let live,
something we did not do

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As the night falls all around me,
black as the raven,
I am silently waiting
for sleep to come.
Through the doors of perception
I am gliding swiftly
To dreams beyond them.
I am not alone.
I have never felt a bond so strong.
You're by my side.
Gave all your love to guide me there.
I have no fear.
I'm not afraid to turn my face
to the light.
It's a fine threaded line
around my pillow
holds me safe through the darkness
till the raven flies.
When I'm torn and helpless
and drawn to the dark side
I have only to feel you
and the raven flies.
You're by my side.
Gave all your love to guide me there.
I'm not afraid to turn my face
To the light

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Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone.
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a friend.
I'm a long way from home

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