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Exit Strategy
02:17
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I left the city through a tin can in a fevered state
burrowed beneath bypasses & dual carriageways
found an old abandoned house with a fresh warm bed
to a home and a family with a clear cool head.
Like a dog eared page with a tea stain drip
it's a tourist trap outlined in the script
go tell friar tuck that he dont exist
like global warming, some old wives myth.
But if you really missed the east then you would call
and if you really missed those early morning sprawls
and if you weren't fixed on finding another way
then i suppose there's one more chance
tell me if you need me, in the morning i'll be near
Kill the bought time with a biro and a melody
bury the bodies outside of the city
and if it don't exist, then it ain't for me
tell the beckoning canyons in the long dead seas
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Born By The River
02:21
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You were grinning at the burger bar
where the king turned busker had become a star
the band played 'my girl' and you hummed along.
By the river where your father died
a freight just drifting like a passer-by
and in the evening there's a new born sky
You can still see my footprints
by yours, by the riverbank
and there's a million different people
who have walked by the riverbank too
A flood of joy bursts through an open seam
and drenched the fabric of your nesting dream
the levee breached and split the cityscape
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Everything, Up In Smoke
02:43
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i watched your tired tongue pivot between each passing syllable
your eyes capsized and revealed a small blue boat
abandoned in an ocean, with no clear sign of land
you threw your anchor down into a trench.
and in the temporary twilight
i stalked the light from your cigarette
to find my way back home
we both know, how this all unfold
the smoke spirals its way through my open window
and waltzes beneath the door
she set fire to the forests
she set fire to the sea, all for me
whitewashed your fathers old storefront
pulled the welcome mat from the porch
the neighbours didn't see you for 3 whole years
you lived your life in the dark, painting pictures of the sea
a place for us devils to meet
piled up some wood beside the boardwalk
dropped a match onto the ground
and everything went up, in smoke.
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Everyday is reduced to a small box on the calendar
and you cross off the days you feel you've achieved meaning
And all the earth's complexities fade at sea
there is nothing to see here, nothing for me
And i'll keep wasting time
chase a former life
follow it through to each thread of the earth
to a home & a family waiting
The messages in broken bottles sink to the oceans floor
and maybe you just can't be saved or maybe there's another way
The mouth's of all the rivers cleared the lumps in their throats
and spat you back into the hollow ocean
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