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Change
02:53
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Now I’m knowing me
I would jump straight in
To feeling like a team
Like it’s us, against everything
Now I’m knowing you
And what you’re wanting
I’m a clown, on the stage
Im an actor in their place
I like change
When its good
I’d count the days
If I could
I'm your baby girl
But I’ve been around the world
Im not on my own
Don’t know what it is to feel alone
Im tired, in your arms
I wish honesty weren’t so hard
I like change
When its good
I’d count the days
If I could
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Real love
Doesn’t touch or set alight
Real love
Doesn’t come it’s already behind
To brush your hair
Sitting above you
Like an angel telling you straight
Me on a chair
You on the floor
As I look you right in the face
And I see my own eyes
Greyed out of hue
See my false beach sunset due
The rocks and the sea
The warm on my feet
Like the salt airs just for me
Real Love
Doesn’t touch doesn’t spindle and fold
Real Love
Is anger beyond, love knocks you out cold
Walking uphill
Nettles and flowers
Up to my knees and red on my shins
Under the current
Breathe in the hours
As your hands they lift up my chin
And I see my own eyes
Greyed out of hue
See my false beach sunset due
The rocks and the sea
The warm on my feet
Like the salt airs just for me
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Scarecrow
04:11
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Stuck in reverse with my spit on your collar
Told you I would said you don’t need to bother
Pleading and pouting I’ve caught you red handed
Pull on my coat if you don’t understand me
I’ve got my eyes
Locked on your face
Older than arrows
And I’d be afraid
I’ve got my eyes
Locked on your face
Pulsing and furrowed
We can see you’re afraid
I am a grown up and I’ll make my own way home
Scared of the memory cry where have the days gone
Eaten and blown up and passed on the wind blows
Time watches for me and sits like a scarecrow
I’ve got my eyes
Locked on your face
Older than arrows
And I’d be afraid
I’ve got my eyes
Locked on your face
Pulsing and furrowed
We can see you’re afraid
Smile so politely oh what is this for you
Listen so sweetly punch holes through my bedroom
Mother all other my body’s my armour
A utopic emblem I raise her I taught her
And I’ve got my hand
There on the gun
I wish you could see me
I’d hope that you’d run
And I’ve got my eyes
I don’t need to pretend
I wish you could hear me
When I say it’s the end
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4. |
Losing
03:29
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I will never take from a friend
We are what we share
And I’d share my hands
Sharing a day it turns into years
And we hold our in laughs
As the choir boys stand
I’d share my pride and I’d let it die
Cos I know that you’re right
And I know that you’re kind
You’d have my chest when you sleep on the train
South London goes by
You know I don’t mind
Losing never changes
I’ll hold your neck as we press our heads
Together as one
Our team is the best
I’d share my time what it divides me by
A family tree
Or Just one of the guests
Losing never changes
I’ve been losing for you
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5. |
Somekind
05:01
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Take your hairpins out
And put them to the bedside
Glasses on the table
And turn out
If i chose to speak
Then it would come easy
And if i chose to pray
Then i’d be doing it for days
Because my mind’s made up
When it’s in my head
And it was midnight
And your eyes rolled back
And in the lamplight
Oo you didn’t come back
And if i had to
Oh i could say
That it was your fault
Oh i could say
I woke up here
And i was on the train from Florence
My ears pressed up
Against the cold glass
And if i let you go
Then all of this could be forgotten
To carry you out
To lift you from the bottom
Come on rest easy
But don’t rest too long
And it was midnight
And your eyes rolled back
And in the daylight
Oo you didn’t come back
And if i had to
Oh i could say
That we lost you
Oh i could say
Oh and isn’t it a wonderful life
Living like we do
And we’ve seen more than that
And i was always, always just looking at you
And isn’t it a wonderful life
Living like anyone can
Oh, heaven can sit here with me
Oo she’s a woman with the earth in her hands
And it was midnight
And your eyes rolled back
Some kind of pleasure
Some kind
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