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Deans Digit
05:24
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All I wanted was a chance to believe
Not a curse of circumstance just to breathe
Turning water into wine
That is fine, that is fine
Cos I know I’ll be gone in the summer time
All the colours in your mind are turning to rust
All the pictures that you find are turning to dust
All I wanted was you near
I Need you here, need you here
All our dreams washed away in a splash of tears
I like the cold in the summer time
I need fear to control my mind
I like the gold plated morning time
One more year and you’re going to shine
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2. |
Tallulah Bankhead
02:29
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mollycoddled monkey
hogging the higher brow
always been a junkie
and nothings changing now
sick of all the silence
cut by the ticking clock
sick of all the science
of mineral and rock
come on lets go for a walk
we don't even have to talk
we'll walk until the sun goes down
on this strange town
now i am a zoo park ranger
you are a galley slave
when we're both in danger
who are you going to save?
morning was a melee
the afternoon a song
night time came to early
and now the day is gone
come on lets go for a walk
we don't even have to talk
we'll walk until the sun goes down
on this strange town
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3. |
Mr. Reed
03:33
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here comes Mr. reed
talking like a metal machine
living in the light
is it aright?
jenny is so pretty
she makes me feel so old
lying in the gutter I'm told
it's good to feel the summer
I don't like the cold
get another whisky on hold
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4. |
City Line
05:06
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I dont like the way you colour the city line
I don't like the way you cover the silly rhyme
when they say go, and we all go
it's the same almost every time
and I'm just about to get there
I don't like the way you're twisting and turning for space
I don't like the way you crack up all over the place
when they say jump, you all jump
to me you're just a fucking disgrace
will I ever, ever get there
over and over again and again
dry your tears babe now and then
I'm still living in the town
it's getting me down
over and over again and again
dry your tears babe now and then
I'm still living in the town
and I never ever got there
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5. |
Golden Afternoon
02:46
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walking out it's easy to believe
chemical sight and sound but I can't see
turn the corner, wrong head in the breeze
you are just a way to get to me
she'll always be there very golden afternoon
she's always waiting, waiting to here her messed up tune
she's so pretty, she'll go dancing through your veins
she'll always be there but you'll hate her in the end
walking out it's easy to believe
Can you see me, can you even see?
turn the corner, cool head in the breeze
you are just another part of me
she'll always be there very golden afternoon
she's always waiting, waiting to here her messed up tune
she's so pretty, she'll go dancing through your veins
she'll always be there but you'll hate her in the end
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6. |
Paris Grave
03:59
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When the morning angel takes you to one side
Whispers in your ear 'd'you wanna go for a ride?'
Then I'll know it's not the same no more
when she's all alone, beckons you to come
whispers in your ear, go find a place in the sun
then I'll grow to celebrate the score
But I'll be there watching you crawling over town
with no intervention, just bridges burning down
where daylight saved a Paris grave
the pinstripe wall, the market stall
the leading lights burning bright
I'm leaving it all
I'm leaving it all
Under burning skies, beneath the chapel wall
I watched the city rise, I watched the city fall
into sleep so deeper than before
But I laid just watching you crawling over town
with no intervention, and your mollycoddled crowd
where daylight saved a Paris grave
the pinstripe wall, the market stall
the leading lights burning bright
I'm leaving it all
I'm leaving it all
But I laid just watching you crawling over town
with no intervention, to pull you to the ground
With daylight gone, the girls of song
continue your psychotic score
the summer crowds burning out
will meet no more
we'll meet no more
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7. |
City, Pity etc
03:35
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I forget to remember
the many ways you arrive
Still it turns to November
and I forget that I'm alive
I want to live in the city
where the sunrise burns your eyes
where it doesn't feel like a pity
when all the days just pass you by
I forget to remember
the singer, the song or the tune
still it turns to December
another year grows old too soon
I want to live in the city
where the sunrise burns your eyes
where it doesn't feel like a pity
when all the days just pass you by
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