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Black Wire
05:00
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Chewed and dispersed in the face of the day.
Where the vultures now roam we can only guess the way.
Now the hungry and afraid black-bird with broken wing.
Flicked through a paper on the delayed train.
Happy and drunk a little ray of sunlight.
You'll be blind before the night says goodnight.
Violent earthquakes tear through the capital.
In the gallows, in the gale.
Where is your home?
Wherever you sleep.
You all have been corrupted.
Red cord doesn't share with liars.
The recovered host said 'you remind me of an actor, I met so many years ago.'
My trauma's nothing but red cord.
Chris and Sally gave birth to monster.
The gang's been brought down to their knees and the apple never falls far from the tree.
And at night she whispers 'get up, get up, get up.'
So she rides across the town, at the speed of light feeding on everything she sees.
Like a swarm of termites.
The sky is scalpel, a bloody knife.
I'm the doctor of drunken mid-wives.
I blush cherry at guilty signs.
Like a swarm of termites.
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Our empty little town isn't our town any more.
It belongs to the young, I moan as they hog my side of the road.
All the secrets left behind, the hidden cost of starting lies.
This is the real cost of our free ride, thank god we're still here.
Still awake, still alive.
To secure our low, low prices.
Rainbow rags in various, varied sizes.
The 'let's get pregnant' marathon.
We're at our best when we're left alone.
The 'I hate my parents' telethon.
We're at our best when we're left alone.
Cheap dresses snap in soft moonlight.
Tired tiny hands work all night.
They work all night.
Scream.
If it is change you need I'll be a new dress for you.
Tiny red shoes I'm still alive.
Shiny new shoes.
I'm still alive.
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Never tell me that you hate yourself.
Can't you see your 'faults' make you perfect for me?
But life's not always about money, money, money.
Shot down, the all-clear.
We can always start again.
Well can we build a happy home?
Whoa, what are you saying?
We're in the all clear.
Shot down.
All clear.
Money, money, money.
The teen tornado has left a wreck of us.
Everything, all of history starts in 2001.
I waltzed down the street like Gene Kelly in the rain.
Oh Joanna.
Is it wrong to need more than just love?
The selfish cut up cartoon teens.
Phantom limbs and make believe kids.
Money, money, money.
Whoa, what are we thinking?
Everything, three, alley, drinking and black.
Phantom limb hack away.
This hollow couple will always be my fallen tree.
This hollow couple will always be mine.
You'd steal if your children were hungry.
Testing, radio, testing.
Everything, fear, panic and confusion in the realm of the senses.
So you should can all that 'higher purpose' pep talk.
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4. |
The Distance Between Us
03:28
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Amber The Forgotten
04:03
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Terminal Twelve
02:45
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In Carbon Copy
02:14
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10. |
If We Were Wrong
03:12
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