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Long Neil
08:28
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I sleep by the road and I got nowhere to go
I want the sun to come my way
Better make a plan before I hit the ground
Aint no cross to save me know
I know now, there's nothing more this way
What I don't have, I don't want it today
The hunger, the hunger eats away
And I got nothing left here
Lets swap young for old, tie our lives up on a pole
And live our lives for rock 'n' roll
I shed this weary load, find ourselves home
Just like a floating soul
I know now, there's no more sun today
And redemption gets harder everyday
But the hunger, the hunger eats away
I got nothing left here
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Shooting up the last star
Nothing like space anymore
If I could go home, I'd leave today
Wish I could float with indifferent shapes
Somewhere a video starts to record
And bless my soul, I want to go home
When the sky was lost
And the mind was lost
There were those feelings, I'm not afraid
Just kids exploring the frozen waves
Somewhere a video starts to record
And bless my soul, I want to go home
Set the sun to night
The planets explode out
And where I was born
Is not where I'm known
There was a mother, along the plane
There was a mother, without a face
Somewhere a video starts to record
And bless my soul, I want to go home
Set the sun to night
The planets explode out
Now I remember his face
I hold it in dreams
And needles brains
Now my arm is on fire
Where my brother hurts
My coma in space
Well I float to the scene
And I close my eyes
If it's really gone away
And now the black of the lung
It hides the bright star
And sucked the energy
Now I'm fading to light
It shines through my face
It'll never be the same
Oh, brother of love
And sister of soul
And parents of a lie
Show your face to the light
Hold your face underwater
Feel the sky
And if I treasure the colour does it mean than I'm dead?
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Persia
02:25
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We've scattered the wasteland
For a cause that money makes politics
Arm the pens of the poets who scribe on touchscreens and channel violence by distance remote
In newspaper verse we told to march to the sounds of typewriter gunshots
And the bombs they ripple through nowhere
Yet we're still supposed to feel something
The age of free speech deliverance
Endless power grabs by the ink militants
And they've compromised news headlines with lies that hide in the fine print
What way is my army affecting? Which world should we march to
I faith in the man who says there's nothing we can own or claim to be more than skunt
They run their words like war
Only to the lucky
Now freedom looks like war
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Thunder Run
02:27
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I'm gonna write a record in the month of May,
In the month of May, in the month of May.
And if it takes me all night
I think I'm leaving in July.
So we no longer pretend and I'll let you know,
That between the white, I think you oughta know,
I think you are the light.
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