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the numbers
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i didn't know if we were counting
or if we were counting down
couln't see if we were good
from all the fire
there with my eyes barely open
but with cause to look around
you were out looking somewhere through the fire
it's a fine time for feeding the ends of the glow
filling the empties
singing the numbers
time doesn't tend to remember
so hold the ones that do
and surrender to the fire
it's a fine time for feeding the ends of the glow
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something happened on the way/there's more than one way to shake it
so i sewed it to my sleeve/i hope by break of day
i get greeted by reminders/one more step you've taken
every time i try to leave/did you ever try to stay
so we trace magnetic north/at the risk of sounding mystic/as we race along in spin/does it mean you know the way/some are stickin' with opinion/slowed as if by magic/what's the risk of giving in?would you give the game away
i couldn't sleep if i knew, for a second, you were unsettled or in need of a start
come be consumed by a restless heart
you're the keeper, do remember/there's more than one way to take it/it's a type of self control/i hope to break today
you can gather every number/one more step you've taken
on the dice you didn't roll/do you gamble all away?
and use 'em all to your advantage
at the risk of sounding stupid/chew 'em and feed 'em back/does that mean you know the taste?add the things you take for granted
slowed as if by magic/add the things you think you lack
would you lay it all to waste?
i couldn't sleep if i knew, for a second, you were unsettled or in need of a start
come be consumed by a restless heart
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seven further seconds
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on an evening still
01:43
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on the day leaving
02:21
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dear red-eyed lover
02:43
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each window yours
02:13
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the first time that i saw the plume amid a crowded u-bahn scene
a bulbous pixelated cloud, a firey photo filled the screen
secondly, a bar room night
the second half had yet to start
when up flashed once again the sight
rival rivals taking part
and while it was projected, i took a second look
started seeing differently the fire it made, the route it took
money in pocket
head in your hand
no one can tell you like a brother can
that they're not gonna save you, go feed off the kill
no one can lead you but I will
when saviours were thunder, the lightning I saw was never as frightening as this before
while you're still making sense of each duty to fill
no one believes you but I will
the third time that i saw the plume, it hit me like a closing door
images that filled my room were not ones i'd seen before
stupidly, i'd just presumed whoever fired the first attack
would know since crawling from the womb, the world has ways of fighting back
and while i was predicting that three would turn to four
i realised the voice i heard
wasn't speaking anymore about
blood in his pocket
or blood on my hands
no one can teach us how to understand
each screens a window
and each window is yours
in through each picture pours
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cocooned
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10. |
tell me doctor
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