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The Waltz (Dig)
03:17
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The sun just set on the British Empire
As ignorance spread fast like bush fires
Cannabis was dealt from tutor's table, to the pupil laboured and weak
We'll give you the means and give you the money
We'll give it to you all if you just tag along
It's just as it seems, pat on the back, trust me
I've no need to lie but I do so anyway
You can smile all the while
But you can't hide the lie in your eyes
You can smile all the while
But you can't hide the lie in your eyes
It's this hope in our hearts, this bread before dark
That keeps us here and we think we are safe
It's this die hard attitude that's been past
From parent to kin and so forth we begin
The waltz with our past
Keep digging, digging, digging, deeper
Until something worth to someone
Until something worth to someone turns up
Fear not the stranger with sweets
It's the girls that will come in there twos and there threes
Fear not the stranger with sweets
It's the girls that will come in there twos and there threes
A penny for your thoughts
A pound for your loving
Digging through collectives, to come up with nothing
A penny for your thoughts
A pound for your loving
Digging through collectives, to come up with nothing
It's this hope in our hearts, this bread before dark
That keeps us here and we think we are safe
It's this die hard attitude that's been past
From parent to kin and so forth we begin
The waltz with our past
Keep digging, digging, digging, deeper.
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2. |
Squint
02:30
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You're quintessentially different
I've got a song that I need
To get off my backbone
I'm hoping that I'll please
After this is over, after this is done
You can hold me to my word, point a gun and watch me run.
Running chicken I'm not scared but I'm hungry
And your kicking all directions, trying to get out
I could let you leave but I'm angry
Not sure about what but I'm bound to figure it out
A squeeze I know is part of this
For the juice to be produced
All I'm asking for is a peck, a kiss
And what I'm getting is your back and I'm not fond of it, but I got...
Resilience and gasoline, strawberries and tangerines
Pack me full vitamin C
Wit by the bucket, and I could give a fuck if
You're staying or coming with, coz I got...
Everything that I need, to keep me moderately happy
It don't take much, but I'm lapping it up
Like a tired dog in the heat
And with Mylo we were in with a keeper
And that's exactly what we did
Now he seems to be a part of, absolutely everything.
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Sally
02:01
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Dynamite died in a fight
Difficulty identifying, the culprit, no one in sight
You're a vegan I'm a fish
Put the two together and watch them twitch
Murder ain't something you're cool with
Sally played games the whole day long
She had a love for a weed we're familiar with
Stayed in where it's comfortable, bliss.
Nothing shook her, nothing would
Give a damn if we draw blood
The beats we share are ours, and ours alone.
No hidden meaning, no trap door
No endless maze, no Minotaur
seeing is believing, but at this moment my eyes don't work
As the smoke it rose and gave us life
Like it or not you're part of my world.
Sally played games the whole day long
She had a love for a weed we're familiar with
Stayed in where it's comfortable, bliss.
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4. |
Home
02:34
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Left me to talk to myself
The sunshine where heat is hell
Cold breeze of London, I miss, I wish
The best of both worlds, were mine to toy with
When a man weeps, like a child with no toys
Sadness seeps, through alcohol pores, because...
Home don't feel like home, surrounded yet alone, no..
Home don't feel like home, surrounded yet alone....
Paradox was her favourite word, that she didn't quite grasp the meaning of
Dig up the grave of the President, there's no shame in a ransom, hell there's money involved
Tea times. beat hard times, on the back with biscuits
It's a social throbbing not in pants but in mind, mind, mind, because...
Home don't feel like home, surrounded yet alone, no..
Home don't feel like home, surrounded yet alone....
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New Hive
02:40
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Is it cold where you live? Or just a dream that you had?
I was bold once before, now I'm unsure
Is it soul that you lack? I got heaps of that
I got spares in my shed, gathering dust
So share with me all of your dreams
Your secrets safe with me come on now
Back to my house, or ours now
15 types of tea and Persian rugs.
Is it cold where you live? Are you drunk?
Your skin ain't human skin, your struggling with...
All the ins and outs, curtains not closing
Bring in the light, bring on the sunshine
So share with me all of your dreams
Your secrets safe with me come on now
Back to my house, or ours now
15 types of tea and Persian rugs.
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