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Matthew
03:25
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You would give up your chair
On call
Lie back
Let her tie you down and cut your hair
But you watched the sunrise with someone else
So don't try and fool me
Matthew, oh Matthew
What have you done?
There's a noteworthy shine in your eyes
And by the stains on your shirt
I can tell you've had fun
So Matthew, oh Matthew
What have you done?
What have you done?
Live by the sword
Testing her mettle
Riding your luck
Until you slip and fall
Onto the blade
That you twisted inside her back
Don't try and fool me
Matthew, oh Matthew
What have you done?
There's a noteworthy shine in your eyes
And by the stains on your shirt
I can tell you've had fun
So Matthew, oh Matthew
What have you done?
Don't you try it
Matthew, oh Matthew
(Don't you try it)
What have you done?
(Don't you try it)
There's a noteworthy shine in your eyes
(Don't you try it)
And by the stains on your shirt
(Don't you try it)
I can tell you've had fun
(Don't you try it)
So Matthew, oh Matthew
What have you done?
What have you done?
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2. |
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Next in line, waiting for a ride home, Friday night
Overwhelmed
Broke and regretful, once more
Why am I here?
With drunk girls in high heels
Who stagger and sometimes crawl
All hands on deck
These girls are thirsty for more
Living glass to mouth
In steamy watering holes
Where the bar staff provide
The drink that never runs dry
We are citizens
Dead to the world outside
I hate this side of town
Where the plastic tiaras dance to the sound of
Drowning sorrows
While the hen nights and homeless fight for attention
Over the heaving crowds
Lining the streets as they foam at the mouth
I see the neon signs that burn through the night
That burns through the night
That burns through the night
That burns through the night
That burns through the night
That burns through the night
That burns through the night
I hate this side of town
That burns through the night
I hate this side of town
That burns through the night
I hate this side of town
That burns through the night
I hate this side of town
That burns through the night
I hate this side of town
Where the plastic tiaras dance to the sound of
Drowning sorrows
While the hen nights and homeless fight for attention
Over the heaving crowds
Lining the streets as they foam at the mouth
I see the neon signs that burn through the night
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3. |
Storage Space
04:19
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I'll sit and contemplate
The lack of storage space
In this old bag of mine
It's fractured leather skin
Bursting at the seams
Soon to explode, exposing me
And at the final call
I turn and face those boarding gates
Impending
Departure
Hold tight
Belts fastened
Jet engines push
Me into flight
And after all this waiting
And nervous calculating
The cabin crew
Surround me asking questions
Excuse me have you something
(I'm leaving)
To declare
(And nothing you say)
Why don't you
(Can make me stay)
Clear the air
Impending
Departure
Hold tight
Belts fastened
Jet engines push
Me into flight
Impending
Departure
Hold tight
Belts fastened
Jet engines push
Me into flight
Below us
Tarmac descending
Road lights look
Like veins extending
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4. |
Daggers
03:44
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Wry smiles are made from wine
Down on the dancefloor
She sighs and wanders to his chair
Lead me to the door
For I have seen enough here
There's daggers on the floor
And breadcrumbs by the exit
Down in the back room
There is a back door
We'll open wide and pass the time
And on the top step
We'll sit and reflect
Lions with diamond rings
Oh, there's nobody left
Nobody round here
But them
Lead me to the door
For I have seen enough here
Down in the back room
There is a back door
We'll open wide and pass the time
And on the top step
We'll sit and reflect
Down in the back room
There is a back door
We'll open wide and pass the time
And on the top step
We'll sit and reflect
She's got me falling
Show me to the door
(Lead me to the door)
That was the second time you
(For I have seen enough here)
Twisted circles in your hair
(There's daggers on the floor)
And by the second cigarette
(And breadcrumbs by the exit)
She said this night will last a lifetime
I say why not
What are you waiting for
You know I'd like to escape
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5. |
Thanks For Asking Why
03:43
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Friends in the front
Watching the road
Lay in the back
She's trying to go
Sleep in their car
Her coat for a bed
The journey is long
Her head resting on her hands
Even though the journey is a passer by
Thanks for asking why
Thanks for asking why
Even though the message doesn't read so well
I shot the messenger
She's the messenger
The backseat is warm
And so is the glow
The orange and red
That dances with shadows
Circus of lights
Draws open her eyes
Try as she might
She cannot disguise herself
Does it have to be like this?
Why is it like this?
Even though the journey is a passer by
Thanks for asking why
Thanks for asking why
Even though the message doesn't read so well
I shot the messenger
She's the messenger
I thought I might have missed
But now I can sure can tell
That my arrow struck her well
But since then I fell
Into the loving arms of what I now call mine
She's the best in me
She's the best in me
Even though the journey is a passer by
Thanks for asking why
Thanks for asking why
Even though the message doesn't read so well
I shot the messenger
She's the messenger
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6. |
Royal Blood
04:07
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Knee deep in flowing water
Bare chest and short of words
He gazed downstream
To where the light bled through the trees
And under the weeping willow
There slept a girl with royal blood
Her crown lay beside her
Like burning coal
Her jewellery glowed in the sun
His heart was won
Then firm desire took him
With silent footsteps drew him in
His caution to the wind
Like burning coal
Her jewellery glowed in the sun
His heart was won
Like burning coal
Her jewellery glowed in the sun
His heart was won
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