1. |
Let Go
04:22
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I never learned how to shut up and listen.
I never quite got the hang of letting go.
I'm quiet now. There's no one left to talk to
except the lady in the train as she warns me that the doors will close
I never learned how to read the signs and warnings.
I never stayed long enough to crack the code.
It's empty now. There's no one here to to talk to
except the man behind the bar and he's telling me it's time to go.
I never understood why we must be so rude
Must we fight? Must we split? Can I have a word or two?
I really talk too much yet I fail to make my point but your silence runs much deeper.
Yeah, your silence runs deep.
Well, there's nothing left to see. And there's nothing here for me.
And as I walk away from here I say:
Let go, let go, let go.
I never learned how to shut up and listen.
I never quite got the hang of letting go.
It's quiet now.
There's no one here to talk to except the voice inside my head and it's telling me it's time to jump.
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2. |
Closed Bridge
02:36
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They won’t cross no more. They won’t rush no more.
They won’t run laughing all the way to the shore.
They won’t talk no more. They won’t fuck no more.
They won’t roll naked on the carpeted floor.
They won't walk back home. Their old tracks they're gone.
The road's blocked, swallowed by the wrath of the storm.
They won’t talk no more. They won’t fuck no more.
They won’t roll naked on the carpeted floor.
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Thank You
04:32
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I think I'll pass but thank you. Thank you.
This will not last but thank you. Thank you.
And it was worth a try but the time is up, my friend.
And there's no reason why we should play this game again.
I think I'll go but thank you. Thank you.
My answer's no but thank you. Thank you.
And it is really sad; I had such high hopes for us.
And it's not with me that you’re mad but with your very own sprites, your ghosts.
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4. |
Golden Gate
02:23
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Instrumental
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5. |
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They won’t cross no more. They won’t rush no more.
They won’t run laughing all the way to the shore.
They won’t talk no more. They won’t **** no more.
They won’t roll naked on the carpeted floor.
They won't walk back home. Their old tracks they're gone.
The road's blocked, swallowed by the wrath of the storm.
They won’t talk no more. They won’t **** no more.
They won’t roll naked on the carpeted floor.
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