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Visitor 23
03:35
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Off the rails, nowhere to go
Eyes like piss holes in the snow
Last night bled into the night before
It’s a flash back cut like a horror show
Move like a twister through a trailer park
Born again in a fatal spark
Moth to the flame in total dark
Leave a trail of smoke in a falling arc
You show to me your hand
And cut me down to size
You tell me where I stand
And blow my head off with a gale force shy
Hang a red rope upon my door
Ship me off to a distant shore
When I hear the sound of your trumpet roar
I will take my chances in Jericho
I’ve lost the will to live
I feel old before my time
Like words don’t mean a thing
But they seem to fit and all the endings rhyme
I’m just a failure in your eyes
That comes to me as no surprise at all.
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Nothing Is lost
04:10
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Have you heard of late from the self-marked man?
Sealed his own fate when he played his had
Crashed through our door like a marching band
Disappeared in the crowd like a grain of sand
You remember that something went wrong
But you don’t recall who was at fault
Made you feel like you could have held on
But nothing is lost if you didn’t belong
Punching the clock in a dead end town
You put in the work just to get put down
You’ve waited in vain for fortunes grace
How easily daggers fit into place
Wasn’t it sad when you couldn’t hold on?
You cried for a tad then you learned to get strong
Made you feel like you’ve never done wrong
Nothing is lost if you didn’t belong
Have you heard of late from the self-marked man?
Sealed his own fate when he played his had
Punching the clock in a dead end town
You put in the work just to get put down.
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Money (We Don't Need)
03:33
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I know who I am, though what I do is a lie to you
I don’t really fit, I know, I drift, but I tried not to.
We don’t need a motive we can go anytime
We don’t need the money we’ll be fine
Bit down finger nails, a whispered curse said to spite only me
All those hopes and dreams, channelled down one stream, lost to the open sea
We don’t need a reason we can leave anytime
We don’t need the money we’ll be alright
But where do we draw the line?
Half of this junk is banal
Oh what I could do
Given chance to prove myself
Until then, sweet serene, all will be concealed by the cold light of day, come dawn.
And we won’t need the money we can go anytime
We won’t need a reason we’ll be fine
Until then, sweet serene, all will be concealed by the cold light of day, come dawn.
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A Raven
04:42
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Word on the gallows is you’ve got a place for the hopeless
I just quit the circus, the pressure was getting too much
I knelt in the chapels and drank in the bars
Met a person who straddles both Venus and Mars
And I’ve stared at the sky and wasted my breath on the stars
‘Cause I feel like a Raven that doesn’t crow as it should
And the words of a heathen will never be understood
Fish in a barrel, since when was it ever so easy
So squeeze on your trigger and shoot while the shooting is good
With both of them barrels aimed squarely at me
I’m a target, a punch bag, the source of your grief
And if you want to leave you don’t need approval from me
‘Cause I feel like a Raven that doesn’t crow as it should
And the words of a heathen will never be understood
You told me, I’m too good for labour and manual chores
That a wink and a smile can open most doors
But if you’re going to make it then you need more substance than that.
‘Cause I feel like a Raven that doesn’t crow as it should
And the words of a heathen will never be understood.
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Once A Mighty Oak
05:06
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Once a mighty oak, your branches outstretched
Giving shelter from the cold to your kin
Struck down in a lightning storm
Disappearing fast with every sip the bottle takes out of you
Come what may, I’m hoping you’ll return some day
As yourself, as yourself
Once a raging sea, your waves reaching every shore
Steering every ship that dare sail against your tide into the rocks
Drying out in a desert heat
Tenderly you tread that fading line between life and death
Come what may, I’m hoping you’ll return some day
As yourself, as yourself.
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