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Table 13
02:52
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I've been seeing the rain come down for the longest time now. It compliments the greys of our work a day town. We see the same faces every day, over time and empty glasses the colour drains.
If we'd just stop talking about,
All the many ways we've been down,
Then maybe we could work it out
And make something of this soaking town.
I can barely hear a word I say,
(If I could I wouldn't listen anyway).
I can barely hear a word you say,
(If I could I wouldn't listen anyway).
We make a break for it but we don't have a snowball's chance in hell,
We make a break for it but the concrete's still here, like the bars of a cell.
We make a break for it but we don't have a snowball's chance in hell,
We make a break for it but the concrete's still here, like the bars of a cell.
We can drink away the suffering. It's the end of days but we're okay. Draw a line under everything, it's the end of days but we're okay.
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Run Dry
03:02
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My hands shake in the morning. It's all that I can really do to keep from letting myself turn into you. I can't even run, I'm all out of time. I'm watching youth run dry. My lack of purpose, a point of pride.
I can't stay awake,
I can't fall asleep,
I can't hope to say,
It doesn't bother me.
In your southern days,
Will you remember me?
When we've been broken by,
Our routine working week.
I took my cue. I shut my mouth then you left the room and I let the air thin.
My back's in pieces and my voice is cracked but I can think of a few things much worse than that.
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Boring Conversations
02:01
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Breathe in, let the smoke fill up your lungs. You're choking on everything that you've become. Darker days have come to pay a visit once again, I'm over thinking positive while swallowing your bullshit.
We were never alike,
It was never quiet.
We salute the godless earth,
Before we kiss the fucking tarmac.
Hold on to the things you used to love. You can feel the sweat and decay of hollow years to come. Dirt on countertops, in corners, covering our rented homes. I'm sick of putting myself out for you to erase me when I'm gone.
Hold on to the things you used to love, you can feel the sweat and decay of hollow years to come.
We can take everything for what it is, at least then we can say we never broke our promises.
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Lung Season Aberdeen, UK
Five friends doing some music.
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