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Postcode Lottery
03:25
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She arrived unannounced
All at once she’s in my house
Sat at my table and eating my food
She said "don’t think twice
About rolling a dice
To decide upon what to do"
I don’t want you to go
Yeah we need each other now
But I saw the look that shot right through her lie
She aspires to defeat
Poisons stuck on repeat
Taken slowly as remedies
To my surprise she dispensed
Reasons in her defence
To beat the postcode lottery
I don’t want you to go
Yeah we need each other now
But I saw the look that shook me out of time
But the time it takes to mend our mistakes is short
Restless and weary and clearly not a ghost, yet
But hopeless and stubbornly making the most
She fought right to the end
Hoping not to depend
On the mood of a bureaucrat
How come I can’t tell
If she’s in heaven or hell
And would welcome the final whistle
Now she’s ready to go
We don’t need each other now
But I felt the book that made it seem alright
Now I’m ready to go
I don’t feel like I know
I’ll ask you once nicely, twice politely
Three times, four times, five times Get Out!
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Alone With America
03:55
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Alive in the photograph I can that you are mine
I’ve got the world in my pocket and hope in my hand
Come down from there I’m worried you’ll fall
So maybe it’d be best if for us both if you didn’t show fear
So I’m alone with America
I’m alone with the night
As the rain lashes down on this window we’re all left behind
This life on the motorway time starts to tell
It’s no surprise
Strong lines of direction that leads us through this fight
Fall down from there I’m worried you’ll slip
So I think it’d be best for us all if you at least tried to hear
So I’m alone with America
I’m alone with the night
As the rain lashes down on this window we’re all left behind
And all I want
Is here with me
And all I’ve found
Has gone
So I’m alone with America
I’m alone with the night
And this honest admission of guilt
That burns in my mind
They’ve spun a web of deceit
That I can’t try to ignore
Well I try to be strong as this hope tags along
With the fear I carry each day
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3. |
Night Parachuting
04:57
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Desperate neighbour
Have a drink
Think a while about defeat
Rest tired feet
Whispered greetings
And stolen words
Parachute into the night without a thought
So I hope to god that it’s over
On the outside at least
So I hope to god that it’s over
On the outside at least
Hurry up now
In dark car parks
I hate to see you wondering
It worries me
Find directions
And take the keys
Drive northwards on the road
Until the sea
So I hope to god that it’s over
On the outside at least
So I hope to god that it’s over
On the outside at least
This vast Atlantic
It belies belief
It holds the fate of these coastal towns right in its hands
So I hope to god that it’s over
On the outside at least
So I hope to god that it’s over
On the outside, on the outside, on the outside, on the outside of me
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Judge & Jury
03:03
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I’m going back to my foreign land
Hold the fort till I’ve spread my hands
Through the Rosewood and felt my way home
Slower travel with piece of mind
You were there always by my side
For the train ride and the late night picture
Through your fire and your fury
When you’re judge and the jury la la la
Carry me up the mountain side
With gravity never off my mind
Then throw me down and I’ll fly through the heather, yeah
Pardon me for my laziness
I hope to God for your tenderness all the time
But time takes a long time coming
Through your fire and your fury
When you’re judge and the jury la la la
Through your fire and your fury
Yet you say it so surely
Yeah, I know what the answer's going to be
Through your fire and your fury
With my love as the jury
Yet I know what the answer's going to, the answer's going, the answer's going to be, oooh
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DIY
04:47
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They said we were kidding ourselves
Only time will tell
Will we be killing ourselves
Killing ourselves by the end of the week
There’s a bright white piano
It’s old but it plays ok
With some flowers in a vase
It’ll feel like ours
So let’s drink a toast to times like these
With food like this and with friends like these
And the news from the stars
Is telling us it’s alright
Baby say something, say something I’ll remember the next day
Like the shadows conceal us from hoping
Baby say something, say something I’ll remember the next day
But it’s old news that we can’t see for looking
It feels like it’s gonna fall down
Around us one brick at time
But with wine and with love
With wine and love
We’ll clean the past away
So let’s drink a toast to times like these
With food like this and with friends like these
And the news from the stars
Is telling us it’s alright
Yes the news from the stars
Is telling us it’s alright
Baby say something, say something I’ll remember the next day
Like the shadows conceal us from hoping
Baby say something, say something I’ll remember the next day
But it’s old news that we can’t see for looking
Baby say something, say something I’ll remember the next day
But it’s old news that we can’t see for looking
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Wilful Missing Bradford, UK
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