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Bank Place
02:46
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Nothing looks pretty in this light,
TV won't help but the food might,
Don't even know who I am,
Why doesn't this song sound sad?
I still need to figure this out,
Blaming so much on the drought.
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2. |
Enter Martian Pedestrian
05:24
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Living on a thin line,
Because you've only got all the time in the world.
The answer is in clear view,
You know what to do.
Will it last till Spring time?
Will my actions happen to line up with hers?
The city heaves a sheet of frost.
On time, and then time is lost.
You don't even say;
I wouldn't have it any other way.
This time the feeling's here to stay.
Twelve-hour over-time today.
All the while.
Will it last till Spring time?
Will this take a long time?
Pain ain't systematic,
The solution is problematic.
Living on borrowed time,
I wish I still had all the time in the world,
The city speeds up the sun.
I know I'm not the only one.
You don't even say;
I wouldn't have it any other way.
This time the feeling's here to stay.
Twelve-hour over-time today.
All the while.
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I'm in love with you no more than I could.
Baby will you please, explain luck to me?
Driving in the dark even though it's day.
We don't even have a car but we'll make it far today.
Going with it for the hell of it day-to-day.
Don't plan ahead, my life's on pre-pay.
Join a rat race, maybe you'll be inclined.
Twenty eight point five seven one four two nine.
When you're home from work,
When you're home from work.
Remind me and say everything is okay.
Where we find our heads;
City, beach or bay,
It might not be so soon but we'll make it far today.
Going with it for the hell of it day-to-day.
Don't plan ahead, my life's on pre-pay.
Join a rat race, maybe you'll be inclined.
Twenty eight point five seven one four two nine.
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Soda Pop!
02:57
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Always fading away,
Nothing's ever the same.
Dry coat over eyes.
All my energy dies.
But then I find you and you freshen me up.
Cold, fresh and full of sugar,
So good to sup,
Soda pop.
Are you feeling lazy?
Because my head is so hazy
And I'm inclined to lean,
Towards the vending machine.
But then I find you and you freshen me up.
Cold, fresh and full of sugar,
So good to sup,
Soda pop.
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6. |
Bitter
03:41
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And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
(you have zero euros and fourteen cents)
Check my credit, credit's low,
Too low to text you and let you know that;
I've been wondering how many of those words are your own?
They've got meaning, but they're not the same when you're not alone.
I know you won't get back from this so easily.
I know no one will get back from this easily.
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
(you have zero missed calls and zero new messages)
Don't even really need a phone,
But I need your stimulation when you're not at home.
I'm in paradise when you're running through my head,
But I'm getting really worried because someone said:
I know you won't get back from this so easily.
I know no one will get back from this easily.
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to,
And in the end it's still bitter,
But it's not something that I'm used to.
(hahah oh my god you are such a fucking loner)
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7. |
Thin Lines
02:34
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Living on a thin line because you've only got so much time.
You gotta feel it, can you see it?
Waiting for the traffic light, colour-coded paradise.
Everyone is see through and slightly tinted blue.
Do you feel it? Do you feel sad?
Do you believe it could be that bad?
A dollar a day to light the way.
Nobody's home but who's to say;
Feel the breeze of real life,
Realize you've got your own time.
Day to day.
Face to face.
Everybody's got their own place,
Everybody's got their own plane.
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8. |
Anytime
03:00
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Anytime, just call me up,
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9. |
A Hallway, but on Mars
05:02
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I believe in the earth on my skin.
I can feel thee you are pulling me in.
When it comes to you I just can't win.
Slippery slope when I see you,
I remember, I don't feel good.
I lose my electricity.
Are you going to try make me cry?
All of my elasticity, why have you come undone to me?
When I'm alone it's not pretty.
Are you going to lie even though it's just for fun.
Are you going to try make me cry?
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