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www.
04:06
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I'm the lifeboat lost at sea
You're the lighthouse guiding me home
All the stars have names
All the colours are bleeding
Too much time breeds confusion
Too much space makes me feel empty
Waves won't wait for me to decide
They'll wash me away for my arrogant pride
Inside it's cold enough to swallow the sun
Outside it's strong enough to forgive what I've done
All the stars have drowned
When they fell into the ocean
You say that God is the work of science fiction
You say that God does not exist
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Scarecrows
04:07
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We get judged on what we do, not what we say
We get judged on who we are, not who we're trying to be
As I write, too many words try to get out all at once
So I take my time to get this right, patient and concise
Turn around, turn around
And walk away from this town
Settle down, settle down
I've never seen you look so proud
Turn around, turn around
Just walk away from this crowd
Settle down, settle down
I've never seen you look so proud
We are Jumping Jacks and Catherine Wheels
We are scarecrows standing in the corn fields
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Ghosts In The Snow
03:53
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Batten down the hatches
This is bound to get worse before it gets better
Board up the doors and windows
Against this howling wind
I write on the walls to stop them from closing in
This room is slowly shrinking
And I'm thinking I've been inside too long
We are ghosts hiding and surviving in the snow
We melted when we felt heat
We're shadows lying and colliding as we go
We faded when the sun hid
The camera never lies so take a picture of this scene
And write a clever tag-line to feed your jealous appetite
If black and whites are getting "likes"
Then you can Instagram my life
Because mine is colour-blind
These words are infinite
I tear down the walls to stop them from closing in
This room is slowly shrinking
And I'm thinking I've been inside too long
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Smoke Signals
03:49
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Pigeon-toed goodbyes as she starts to smile
At the nervous way he always stands
Crows feet round his eyes as his lip he bites
And pulls his sleeves up over his hands
With their bellies full of butterflies
Brain-dead and tongue-tied at the perfect time
With a thousand things he wants to say
Sometimes words ruin silence
So just shut your mouth and close your eyes
And find a way to let her in
To your belly full of butterflies
Sending smoke signals is just writing letters in the sky
So he knows that she'll see his last goodbye
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Cigarette Burns
04:25
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Holding out until your fingers go numb
Spit it out, you're too old to suck your thumb
The cat got your tongue and dragged it away
Through the dirt and the mud with your good Christian name
All the books that you read looked much better as trees
If it turns you on
Then speak to me in tongues
Your words start a forest fire
And I will fan the flames
Ideas form like cigarette burns onto the page
Atom bombs falling like heavy rain
Chapter and verse, a crib and a hearse
Circles and squares, high priests and Lord's prayers
All of this that you read won't teach you a single thing
It rains on the wicked and righteous as well
It stains us the colours of heaven and hell
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All my friends are growing up and moving on
Don't want to stay up drinking with me all night long
We've got the rest of our lives to worry
I guess I don't understand the hurry
Get a full-time job because you think you should
Get married because your parents thought you would
Settle down and slowly fade to grey
Don't let your best days slip away
Another weeknight sitting in a London park
Reading my favourite book until it gets too dark
Watching the people come and go
Inventing lives for them they'll never know
Miss the last train home from Platform 10
Leave you another voicemail at 2am
Lie in bed listening to Brand New
Jesse Lacey's words make me think of you,
"I'm not your lover, I'm not your friend"
When I grow up
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Echolalia
05:22
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You cut your teeth and sharpen your claws on me
You sleep in shadows and corners where I can't see
Don't let the spark go out
Don't let this house blow down
What you want to know I can't tell you
Where you want to go I can't take you there
You hear these words and sing them back to me
You keep repeating them like echoes will set you free
Don't let your guard down now
Don't spread your love round town
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A Work In Progress England, UK
Chris met Marc. They shared a love for comic books,checky shirts,beards,cider and good music. They decided to write some of their own. This project is the result. We are A Work In Progress :)
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