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Easter Sunday
04:00
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sitting in a cafe on easter sunday
my parents are disappointed in me
sitting in a cafe on easter sunday
my parents aren't as proud as they used to be
when the church bell rings i'll be gone
black boy in the blue please tell me
what it all means to you
reality isn't kind to my dreams so please tell me
what it is I'm supposed to do
i wish i had a time machine to see what's in front of me
and avoid disappointment somehow
i wish i could write poetry and be something great
i need time but the world wants me now
so when the church bell rings i'll be gone
when the choir boy sings i'll be gone
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2. |
Still Waiting
03:04
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every mistake i make seems like it could last
forever and i will never get my conscious back
it's the little things i do that affect me the most
and the important things that shy away from my control
still waiting for someone for me
still waiting for something for me still waiting for something for me
i only like the rain when i'm inside
i only stay in places where i can hide
i write a lot down at night when my head is clear
and dream in the morning to escape my fears
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3. |
I Will Improve in Time
01:57
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none of my friends want to spend time with me
once again there's nothing new happening in my life
my parents say i take much more than i can give
i will improve i will get better if you give me some time
a moment, maybe forever
if you would be so kind
mary spends her time in art galleries
she wonders around an aimlessly stares at expressionist paintings
she hasn't told a lie since 2003
and the government know all her mistakes before she's made them
in her dreams she is a bird who doesn't know how to fly
LAAALALAAALALALAAA
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4. |
Writing a Lot Down
01:57
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white blossom is fluorescent in the street light in the dark through my window
my curtains are open and the world can see inside
i've been writing a lot down recently and it's cleaning my soul
but i'm not doing what I'm supposed to
whatever that is
purging my emotion on a two week break
if i saw a boy on the train i would trace his name on my pillow
so i could appear in his dreams like he does in mine
brand new video reacting to my emotion
brand new video reviewing my repulsion
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5. |
Pretending and Being
02:59
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she try, she pretends
she's crying in the classroom again
saying everything she doesn't mean
doing anything to be hear to be seen
come over, take a look
she is an open book
bleeding lies for her fantasy
bleeding out for a fantasy
to get horror, to get smiles,
makes it all worthwhile
attention from controversy
for the sake of meaningless controversy
you speak too much but say nothing at all
means nothing to me and it means nothing to you
and it's hard to believe anything that they tell you
when you've seen 14 years in catholic school
but when i'm down i can talk to my friend ella
she knows my better that myself
when i'm down i can talk to my friends gemma
she's there when i cry for help
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6. |
Not Me Too
02:12
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don't like this country
i don't like this town
don't like this city or the people around
they only know me like how i don't know myself
and i don't want to be that way anymore
sally give me a smile
please smile, collect your children from school
the other mums share your smile
they all know what you don't want to know too
don't like this country
i don't like the ghosts
that are hidden in your back room
i bet they took your body and that explains why
you live a life you never chose to
sally give me a smile
in the playground collect your children from school
i bet it won't take a while
for sally junior to be just like you
but not me too
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7. |
Untitled 2
01:52
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you and me sitting under a tree
you'll write the words, i'll sing the song
and there will be no insecurities
we'll be in a place where we belong
there where the clay flowers don't grow
green forever
we'll be the ones who know
and the rain will dance in french music
and we'll dance in the rain
gone for summer and when winter comes
it will never be the same
we can walk along the irish coast
leave our bodies on the sand
and i'll walk into the water
with you perfectly placed in my hand
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