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Free
01:25
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The charter'd streets, midsummer heat
like paste upon our tongues.
Leads us to pray for cooler days,
We wait, and wait so long...
Oh, it's done it's done, like a shadow into the sun.
The cancelled vows, glimpses of how
we thought we could have been;
a world apart, from what we are.
We brought it to its end.
Oh, it's done it's done, like a shadow into the sun.
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Your Darkest Day
03:37
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Perhaps you thought it was not real, The things you saw weren't as they seem. Perhaps you know the way I feel. Perhaps you thought it was a dream.
I know it's you. You can't pretend. I know we'd do the same again.
Take the things we've said and done, the bits we've lost to each attack. Put them up with what we've won, and watch our blue sky fade to black.
I know it's you. You can't pretend. I know we'd do the same again.
I know it's you. You can't pretend. I know we'd do the same again.
I know it's you. You can't pretend. I know we'd do the same again.
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You Only Like Sundays
01:50
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You only like Sundays,
You only like Sundays,
(Isn't it a shame you have to make it every day?)
I'll tell you that one day,
One of these Sundays,
We're going to make our move,
We're gonna get so far away.
I'm counting each Sunday,
I'm counting each Sunday,
Until we find the life that makes us
Want to stay.
I'm telling you someday,
I'm telling you someday,
We're going to make our move,
We're gonna get so far away.
But I don't think that's gonna be the move today.
But I don't see that as the move today.
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Shattered Sky
03:17
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He said, it doesn't look so good. In fact,
it looks real bad. I counted
thirty-two on one alone. I said
I wouldn't want to know, and then
he looked at me, so low; even then
my mind
was drifting home
This world was not enough. This world
was not enough. This world was not enough
for you.
And today is not enough. And tomorrow's
not enough. This world was not enough
for you.
"Do you believe in prayer?", he
talked to me of God. I
thanked him for his time and then
I left.
The parking lot was bare, in that
cold December dark, I
sat warming the car watching
my breath.
This world was not enough. This world
was not enough. This world was not enough
for you.
And today is not enough. And tomorrow's
not enough. This world was not enough
for you.
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