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White Knuckles
03:32
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White knuckles as my hands collide,
Clasping at the stem of a dandilion,
I wished for poisin but what I got was a catalyst to fuel my life.
Hope returned from the perfect storm,
They made it through the night but they still got burned,
That maiden voyage lost as sea so lets sit and watch the tables turn.
There’s no time for this in today’s world,
No I won’t listen to a word you say,
They throw stones in puddles I’ve struggled to sail.
So I won’t listen to a word you say,
‘Til you follow what your influence says.
We’re just scared to loose a life that’s not,
Placed itself in our path as we fall,
Lets release the leach and hunt the woods for more,
Hold your breath and as you run out of air,
We both know the kiss that you want to replace it with,
Don’t clip your wings if you’re already free as a bird.
There’s no time for this in today’s world,
No I won’t listen to a word you say,
They throw stones in puddles I’ve struggled to sail.
So I won’t listen to a word you say,
‘Til you follow what your influence says.
Dreams they don’t fly,
No I won’t listen to a word you say,
They throw stones in puddles I’ve struggled to sail.
So I won’t listen to a word you say,
‘Til you follow what your influence says.
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Charmer
04:38
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He led with his smile and danced with his tongue,
He wore velcro shoes and covered them up,
With a fast car and a black suit and his black book was turning yellow.
He had quicksand in the palm of his hands.
His name spelt your mistake,
And you were added to the black book.
Try and sift your way,
Through this shredded city.
The past knows,
But he is nowhere near that place
He lies,
Swamped in the fake truth of today,
The past knows,
That he is lying through his teeth.
The con man had a mark on his head,
And his conscience it became less and less.
He was the prince of and he dealt with the seven deadly sins.
He led the innocent down bottomless pits.
His name spelt your mistake,
And you were added to the black book.
Try and sift your way,
Through this shredded city.
The past knows,
But he is nowhere near that place
He lies,
Swamped in the fake truth of today,
The past knows,
That he is lying through his teeth.
The charmer walked with a vicious mind,
And he broke down homes with a wrecking ball between his legs.
He told your world he'd be there for a while,
But now he's done he is more than on is way.
The past knows,
But he is nowhere near that place
He lies,
Swamped in the fake truth of today,
The past knows,
That he is lying through his teeth.
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Mirror Mirror
03:42
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Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the greatest of them all.
The girl possesed a smile that faded,
Cause the mirror and her spoke for a while,
To wipe the slate clean.
With time she said the skys they clouded,
With a speckle of hope the mast stood tall,
And she sailed the seas.
That was the moment she lost it all,
That was the moment she lost it all,
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the greatest of them all.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the greatest of them all.
My eyes they see a perfect picture,
But a scarecrow that holds a murder of crows,
Well it will never believe.
This cloud has no silver lining,
Cause a year has gone on and all I have done,
Is set her free.
That was the moment I lost it all,
That was the moment I lost it all,
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the greatest of them all.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the greatest of them all.
She is the greatest of them all.
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