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High Def
01:41
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We tuned in to watch the world end, gathered round with friends and kinsmen, feel the warmth of sweet detachment as we pretend it couldn't happen to us. It can happen to us.
We tuned in to watch the world end, gathered round with friends and kinsmen, lost ourselves in sweet detachment as we pretend it couldn't happen to us.
There's no time to react, there's no time left to panic when we can't get a line out and all feeds fade to static as we fade out.
As we fade out.
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Don't Make a Sound
03:28
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I heard they've already got our names, know our friends and where we stay, heard they've got it written down so I think that it's best for now if we fly under their radar, and try to stay on our best behaviour.
Can you show me where the river bends?
Remember on those clear nights all the camp fires on the mountain, way off in the distance?
Well, maybe there's hope for us out there, maybe there's hope for us, if there's hope for them.
Stay low and don't make a sound, not a word until we reach the outer edge of town,
There we could sneak out past the guards, the watch towers and armoured cars, then it's straight on 'til day breaks if we make it that far.
Can you show me where the river bends?
Remember on those clear nights all the camp fires on the mountain, way off in the distance?
Well, maybe there's hope for us out there, maybe there's hope for us, if there's hope for them.
The sun, on broken skin, ignore the pain we know their type of heretics brings
I know you're scared, but take my hand, hold it tight and understand, I cross my heart and hope to die, hope to die if things don't go exactly how we plan.
I heard they've already got our names, know our friends and where we stay, heard they got it written down so it's time to get out.
Can you show me where the river bends?
Remember on those clear nights all the camp fires on the mountain, way off in the distance?
Well, maybe there's hope for us out there, maybe there's hope for us, if there's hope for them.
Maybe there's hope for us out there,
Maybe there's hope for us,
if there's hope for them.
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Pragmatic
03:03
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Could feel the cold air coming in from under my door, pack of matches in my jacket, sleeping bag and a backpack, cause nights like this turn in to more.
We'd brave the cold, and if we had to the hail and the snow, because we didn't need a place to go as much as a way to erase being sober.
Born into original debt, and a slow death and taxes where no one’s collecting dividends.
I check in, and shut off, and check out of a hollow job, I check in, to a con, and deception of growing up.
It's not enough (not enough)
Not enough (not enough)
Their rose-tinted gold can't buy back what we've lost.
Could feel the cold air coming in from under my door, pack of matches in my jacket, raincoat, and a backpack, cause nights like this turn in to more.
We'd brave the cold, and if we had to the hail and the snow, because we didn't need a place to go as much as a way to erase being sober.
It's not enough (not enough)
It's not enough (not enough)
We're filtered and faded in social white wash, distracted, degraded by soylent trust,
Their rose-tinted gold can't buy back what we lost.
It's not enough.
Could feel the cold air coming in from under my door and can't feel it, I can't feel it anymore.
We'd brave the cold, and if we had to the hail and the snow, if there’s one thing I can say I know that some folks face storms others wait 'til they're over.
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Same Old
03:21
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Disconnected from reality, back to places that I'd rather be.
Memories now worn and frayed, still near to me like yesterday.
Keep moving along, to the same old swan songs, keep moving along, until all the excuses come undone.
Disconnected from reality, back to places that I'd rather be.
Memories now worn and frayed, still near to me like yesterday.
Keep moving along, to the same old swan songs, keep moving along, until all the excuses come undone.
So below as above, I never used to have the heart to count the days of waking life, that lucid dreams can't satisfy.
Been searching, been waiting, worn down from anticipating, introspective clarity, and unseized opportunities.
Disconnected from reality, back to places that I'd rather be.
Memories now worn and frayed, still near to me like yesterday.
Keep moving along, to the same old swan songs, keep moving along, until all the excuses come undone.
I was searching, waiting, burnt out from anticipating, seeking only clarity, or if the point was somehow lost on me.
If the point was somehow lost on me, if the point was somehow lost.
Disconnected from reality, back to places that I'd rather be.
Memories now worn and frayed, still near to me like yesterday.
Keep moving along, to the same old swan songs, keep moving along, until all the excuses come undone.
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Clear
03:08
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Is it clear in your head? The trial by fire and the live with the regret or has it not happened yet?
Is it clear what you said, is it clear what you meant, is it clear in your head?
Can you make the right temperament, permanent?
No not yet, no not yet, no not yet, no not yet, no not yet. is it clear in your head?
The trial by fire and the live with the regret, or has it not happened yet?
There's a day dream I have, the one where my mind veers into no-man's land,
Then there's nothing left. where straight up ahead,
I can see the end, right when the rumble strip meets my cold tyres at the top of the bend.
Are you anxious? Are you nervous?
Cause you should be,
You deserve it, you're learning.
Are you so confident that traffic will clear for your ambulance, so confident?
There's a day dream I have, the one where my mind veers into no-man's land,
Then there's nothing left. where straight up ahead,
I can see the end, right when the rumble strip meets my cold tyres at the top of the bend.
I know right now, I sound uninterested, I swear I'm just broke down, defeated, defeated.
I know right now, I sound uninterested, I swear I'm just broke down, defeated, defeated.
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