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I Fell Asleep
03:03
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I fell asleep dreamed of World War Three
Nightmare followed me through danger signs headlines were beating the drums
But I don't want to die under a toxic sky
No matter how I try can't get it out my mind
In the land where the blind and insane are the kings
Following's much easier than thinking
At least that's how it seemed to me
I fell asleep thinking if you had stayed
We might have made things better we could have changed it's just a thought
But these things past just like the dying season
Slow inevitable with no real reason
But what did they say? There's a place
Where streets are paved with gold
And dreams grow on trees or so I'm told
But I never think about that
No I wouldn't know about that
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Lifestyle Express
02:35
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Broken records cheap flights abroad and you can't afford what they're seling you under the counter brews will rip out your guts have you coughing up blood and the splash of red in the clean white aisles and the smash of broken glass smiles at you and you stop and you stare at the floor as you pop in for another four to take you through the night it's such a melancholy sight you can't look away... Lifestyle. This is your lifestyle... Blue lights on the street and every strangers face you greet says you need money you need money before you can shop and buy yourself back at twice the price you'll be new and improved no more sniffing up glue in the underpass where the prophets of doom are wailing from the walls... Lifestyle. This your lifestyle... and you say you've got no choice... etc etc
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Pagans
04:34
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Pagans are walking through the streets in the evening
They are taking the bull to the sacrifice
And a hundred bored housewives putting out the bins
Said such a funny thing it is to see
As the rain keeps coming down on a long forgotten town
They wrote it out of all history
Still the pagans come walking... (etc)
As you sit rolling up your day into a more manageable shape
In the fading light
In your purple-pink balloon where you sit sucking in the fumes
Until the room turns white
Still the pagans come walking... (etc)
Oh sharpen up your knife my son, sharpen up your knife my son
He says
You'll become a man tonight, you'll become a man tonight
He says
Pagans come walking... (etc)
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Rag and Bone
03:12
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Leave all your clothes leave your old selves, in a pile by the side of the road, stand alone they'll pick you up, take you where you need to go
Song comes on the breeze flowing through the windows, the meaning lost to time and it's sung by the voices of ghosts
Bring out your dead, sit comatose and wait to see the late show, as they take the last traces of those old loves away
But what did I say that was so wrong?
I would love to know you - but I can't stay for long...
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