1. |
I Am
04:11
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Delving inside, unpicking the thread
Exhuming the ghosts, better not said
Running backwards from the start
Never upset the apple cart
With a change of heart
Diminishing grasp, yet never hold back
Lurking behind, and primed for attack
Break out of the clutches of the claws
Revealing the caverns unexplored
Lets go to war
(Chorus)
Pick up the pace, and finish the race
Avoid the burning man
A nervous disease, a hundred degrees, I am
Hauled over coals, that’s the way that it goes
In the final tough exam
Appeared in the scene, but leaving unseen, I am
Lightening strike, but never hit twice
Eyes off the ball, and paying the price
Went against what they advised
The end result a big surprise
So now decide
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2. |
More Than Them
03:29
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You’ve started over, got it tough ahead
Nothing in the pocket, so just spending less
Gambling on a throw of the dice in your grasp and
Hoping that the outcome can deliver at last
Don’t ask
(Chorus)
And in secret in early morning
When you quietly hide withdrawing
No deposits as you need it more than them
From cheque to paycheque, nothing in between
In the corner with your backpack, at the soup canteen
Dreaming of the wealth that you can’t understand and
Crying at the prospect of the place it began
No plan
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3. |
I Raised My Hand
04:08
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A time to achieve and dying to breathe, I ran
It’s just as hard as before
To break through the wall, I can
With all intentions to complete the race
Yet beaten into second place and
Facing down the problem left in hand
With an alternate plan
(Chorus)
I raised my hand
I made a stand
The finishing line, opaque by design, I ran
Spurred on and fuelled by need
And gathering speed, I can
With indications that it’s all downhill
And using up the last goodwill that’s
Broken a more dedicated man
A short attention span
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4. |
Doing It For Them
04:02
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Waiting on the station, we’re gonna see a show tonight
Lined up on the platform, the hundreds there are quite a sight
The headlights of the tube train, sparkle into view
Staff stay on the back foot, the ticket holders breaking through
(Chorus)
We were dancing all along
We were feeling we belonged
We were making friends we hoped to see again
We were doing it for them
Rushed inside the venue, to find a spot down the front
Carving out our places, avoiding the ensuing scrum
When the music started, legs and arms flew through the air
Surfing past at head height, smiling they didn’t care
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5. |
Those Bloodshot Eyes
03:21
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Twenty thousand hours now it’s time to hit the road
Nervously repaying all the debt that you had owed
Who the hell d’you think you’re talking to?
Banking on forgiveness but your loan has fallen through
(Chorus)
And it’s no wonder that you can’t stop leaving
And it’s a wonder that you never stopped breathing
And yet you wonder why they see right through your disguise
And those bloodshot eyes
Every time you left you just ran and then returned home
Never heard a thing not even called up on the phone
Why did you think to get in so deep?
The depths you dived at yet your soul’s still hidden beneath
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6. |
Blotted Out The Sun
03:36
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Spending time on the decision
In a race to slow it down
Falsified the reason
Refused to hear the deafening sound
Last to check the holy relic
Sneaking off they’ve gone to ground
And with vague assurance
Made to watch the world go round
(Chorus)
We must act now
As they believe the last reprieve
Has saved the sacred cow
Oh, that’s how it’s spun
The hollow seed and all the greed
Has blotted out the sun
Tried to hide the bold ambition
Gathered on the hallowed turf
With natural attrition
Some dispute what it was worth
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7. |
The Latest Trend
03:54
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Lined up against the wall
Destined for a fall
Now the signal’s weak
They’ve come to film it all
Peek around but straight ahead
Ignore the lens, comply instead
Tried to be discrete
With heavy stomping feet
Left behind the curve
By chance two people meet
Look into those steely eyes
Shoot and take the final prize
(Chorus)
Oh, the latest trend
Oh, so lets pretend
Less cautious with the feed
Now the whole world’s seen
Manicured and preened
With over-whitened teeth
Justified it’s just a prank
Step back and watch the ratings tank
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8. |
Face The Crime
04:21
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Still denying stories that were read
Evidence that’s seen but still misled
Rules that were ignored
Behind the blackened door
Never mind just carry on instead
(Chorus)
The accusations thrown
They knew he was at home
And still it wasn’t known
If he would face the crime
An underhand affair
So very self-aware
Still he wouldn’t swear
At anytime
Dodging all the questions that were faced
Believing that they cannot be replaced
Shunned those that were left
In emotional distress
Pulled apart and suitably disgraced
Hide behind those asinine remarks
On the gravy train now disembark
Claim they won’t resign
For a little glass of wine
Shots were fired but failed to hit the mark
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9. |
It's Time To Go
04:39
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Tried to say it was unplanned
Slowly sinking in the sand
Washed the latest story clean
Slowly drowning in the sea
Watch what all the others say
Let the children play
Fired up far beyond belief
Then kicked them in the teeth
(Chorus)
It’s time to go
Inhaling all the snow
It’s not as it was planned
Never given time to understand
Final push before the show
Still reluctant to let go
Primed and ready to explode
Information overload
As the delegates convened
Watching on the screen
Tired of hearing of delays
Time to go our separate ways
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10. |
Please Come Home
04:23
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She gave me a last reprieve, on hold, oh no
Fled the pain left back in Spain, so cold, oh no
And people wave goodbye when they’re told
Still on time at half-past nine, so bold, oh no
Lived the dream and in between, it’s old, oh no
But never claim it back when it’s been sold
(Chorus)
Deep in my thoughts I have been
Remembering the sights I have seen
So please
Don’t leave me
Alone
Please come home
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