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Higher
02:49
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As the night closes in, the street light's all you'll see
Take comfort in the warmth this drink's on me
Old faces and stories are all we have left
Savour them now, because the morning ain't here yet
The day lasts forever, the night gathers speed
The faces congregate, but they can't faze me
Keep my cards to my chest, or up in the sky
Savour them now, because the morning don't know why
In those hours
In those showers
My eyes got bigger, and my heart beat faster for you
A desire, to burn higher
Now I feel much bigger, and my heart stopped beating for you
I only stick around to prove my innocence
You know that I still need this, just for my own arrogance
This empty bottle keeps my conscience clean
I've never told a lie, you only see what you want to see
Do you get the feeling that we've had our time?
Holding, back sweating, lying on our sides
This is over. No proof, no crime.
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We Will Rise
03:19
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You might want me up in your tumbleweed
With the twisted lies, but we will rise
You might stomp us down, tread us in the ground
But I have found, we will rise
Are you dying to see me broken?
Are you hoping to watch me fall?
You might cut us up with that look in your eyes
But I'm raging through, the ring of fire
And like the tide of the sea, I'm roaming free
I'm satisfied, we will rise
Does the way I move offend you?
Is there something in your eye?
Is there something I've been missing?
Is the way I act a crime?
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Take Me There
03:09
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We kick around town
The clouds will fall down
If we're more than friends
Babe, make my eyes bleed
Inject me with what I need
And take me there
Pull on my hair, and we'll go anywhere
We hide behind a cigarette
Though we haven’t made it yet, we’ll be there
My dear, I’m hanging from this chandelier
Scream hard into my ears
If it takes you there
If we're free, of all our fears
And it hurts, now I'm tasting tears
When it burns, like acid rain
I'll move on and live again
It was you, and I still care
Where do we go, now we’ve been everywhere?
It was you, and I still care
Where do we go, now we’ve been everywhere?
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Signs
03:48
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It always seems to me, that you only say let go when your mind seems to settle
And you always want to go slow
And if your heart's your own
And if your heart's a stone
Take off on your own
But I can't stay away
I can't stand the days without you
I can't stay away
She keeps sending me signs, and I don't know which road to take now
She keeps sending me signs, and that's not right
It blurs and I fall through the night
But I don't know just what I've taken
She keeps sending me signs, and that's not right
Still it feels, even after all these years
All we have is tears kept for souvenirs
And if your heart's your own
And if your heart's a stone
Go plant the seeds you've sown
Take off on your own
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Let's establish a difference, fantasy or reality.
Let's notice the change, this place ain't home.
The power, of someone to help you reinvent yourself
The bond between us and this smoke feels so well
There's so much you don't know, and probably won't ever know
My head's like a radio, and I've still got nothing to show
Let's make one thing clear, words are only words
You say you can stay here forever, but I don't think you could
Give me fifteen minutes, and I'll tell you where I am, where I go, what I know
There's so much that you'll see, everything here is me
Your eyes are like apple trees, because there's so much to see
There's so much you don't know, and probably won't ever know
My brain's like a Bronco, and sometimes I think it shows
Who will live, who will love, who will care, but me?
(Who will live, who will love, better than me?)
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