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When It Dies
03:16
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the end's so near, but you're so distant,
you hold the strings that keep me twisted,
walking on a tightrope and you keep slipping: all this way your feet have been tripping
I know the theories in my mind are wrong, but I've got a phobia of you being gone,
the sky's blue, nothing brightens my day more than being with you
I know the flame's gone out like when a candle dies,
but I still see the embers in the corners of my eyes,
I know the blame's been about because of all the lies
but I still feel pain inside everytime she cries
I wrote you a thousand minute song but it was far too long,
so I put down in quite a few words you have the sweetest voice I've ever heard,
are your eyes telling me lies,
don't play games with my paranoid mind.
the sky's blue, and it brightens the day but today I'm not with you
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Waiting For You
03:10
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butterflies occupy my insides when I'm lying with you, reading lines that I've memorised,
I'd take you to France if it'd make you love me.
you don't have to smile if it makes you feel shy, you don't have to run if it makes you feel tired,
I'd take you to Spain if it'd make you love me.
and the birds will sing the same old melody,
crying out for an end to monotony,
England waits for you to breathe.
and the waves will break and the sun will set
and the boys like girls and the girls aren't ready yet,
England waits for you to care
mesmerised by your calm sort of recklessness,
I'd tell you false tales, I'd buy you necklaces,
but romance never seemed to make you love me.
in the eye of the storm I see what's drawn me in,
the brightest eyes, in the darkness, can't be seen:
the lights are never off, perhaps they should be.
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Split Lip
03:24
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your fiery eyes, combat her cool, you're already prepared to be seen as a fool
and as the chemical's sinking, affecting your thinking, eyelashes blinking, "what are you drinking?"
and there are 40 things that you could say,
to avoid having to pay.
and there are lines that you've never tried,
running through your mind
you've got a split lip, kid its spilling all over my guitar,
your wit hits me but never seems to cover the scar,
you can't see shit but your eyes are looking awfully sharp,
your looking awfully sharp
as her sandpaper smile tears up your style, you still feel inclined to offer your time
and as your pupils dilating, she's tired of waiting,
admires your patience but your just an acquaintance and there are
40 things that you could say, to avoid having to pay,
and there are lines that you've never tried, running through your mind
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4. |
Isabella (live demo)
03:29
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