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Born Sleeping
03:35
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sun
hooked from the second she graces your face
and it's hardest I reckon to run
It's only as if fate had came to put in place
the promise of my second name
is dancing away on her brain
we
were coming up calm but the smile she shone from
was all too disarming for me
cause happy ain't my constant no it always goes
the thickness of my winter coat
was born of me sleeping alone
breathe
i'm cold for a second
i'm facing the ceiling as apathy beckons to me
searching for the feeling look it's underfoot
the meaning that my lover took
is turning my hands into hooks
she
saunters up slowly
kissless meanders to leaving me lonelier free
the fibres running through my frame are screaming stay
i watch her as she walks away
it's best in the worst kind of way
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2. |
Underneath Liverpool
02:38
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eighteen underneath liverpool
locked in a bathroom and falling in love
back then i didn't need no remedy
to chemically hold myself up
as nick stalks the hallways keeping us always awake
but where the point waking up locked in a life i can't take?
too soon i'm stuck to my screen again
silently screaming in some foreign tongue
but back there underneath liverpool
my failures ain't doing no wrong
and i patiently waited when inside my head i was home
but home's in the headphones i left on the train to moscow
and i grew out my old ways and the boy that you fell for was done
but where's the point growing up if everything worth it has gone?
yeah what's the point going on if everything worth it has gone?
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3. |
Mother
03:32
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once i got tired of stating my lies
and trading addictions for sleeping at night
i pulled 'round my throat with that aqueous knife
and i called up my mother and i told her i'm fine
but haunting by causeways of hearing your voice too late
has taught me insatiable breaking of sweat
and too right my all stays inside of me always
but it's easier living without me i bet
soon i got over the aches in my head
and i suffered through daylight to start it again
i sewn up my holes with that aqueous wire
and i called up my mother she knows i've been lying
but haunting by causeways of hearing your voice too late
has taught me insatiable breaking of sweat
and too right my all stays inside of me always
but it's easier living without me i bet
after i've taken the blows i been dealt
i'll bathe in my warpaint and i'll fight off myself
and when i've accepted that this is my life
i'll call up my mother she'll know that i'm fine
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