1. |
The Well
02:46
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I was sat praying so quietly
When she came out, interrupted me
Back from the well, now her jar's nice and full
Glistening, icy, fresh and cool
She should have given me
She should have given me
A drink for nothing
A drink for free
I drink for nothing
I drink for free
I deserve it you see
My Daddy is nobility
I go to work but I do it for me
She might pull ropes, but I pull the string
We all know I could teach her things
She should have given me
She should have given me
A drink for nothing
A drink for free
I drink for nothing
I drink for free
I deserve it you see
I'm still waiting for an apology
I take no responsibility
And if I don't get it, you better believe
That I will take her down with me
She should have given me
She should have given me
A drink for nothing
A drink for free
I drink for nothing
I drink for free
I deserve it you see
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2. |
Slippery Words
05:08
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Love is a slippery word
It means this and that
It falls from mouths
Or hides in
Hides in breath
Dormant, undefined
Love is a slippery feeling
Some valued more, others less
With romanticism, we obsess
Don't touch a hand, or you'll touch it all
But then there's you
There's no way to describe you
No way to explain this
How could there be?
And then there's this
You'd think I'd learn from the first time
You'd think I'd turn back and go home
But you can't grow that way
Love is a slippery word
Oh it means this it means that
Oh it falls from mouths
Or hides in
But then there's you
There's no way to describe you
No way to explain this
How could there be?
And then there's this
You'd think I'd learn from the first time
You'd think I'd turn back and go home
But you can't grow that way
And then there's you
There's no way to describe you
No way to explain this
How could there be?
And then there's this
You'd think I'd learn from the first time
You'd think I'd turn back and go home
But you can't grow that way
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3. |
Riverside
03:47
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Last year I learnt that most stones
Aren't worth turning over
Even wild ones
Especially ones that sparkle in sun
But still I'm riverside
Bating my breath, enthralled by you
Waiting, wondering what to do
What to do
Cause I can't trust you
And you can't trust me
I know it's all a game
and I should probably leave it that way
But my feet are wet now
Are yours wet too?
The moon and mozzies come out
They all wanna bite of me or you
I walk home barefoot
The gravelly track coats my soles
One more thing I can't control
Cause I can't trust you
And you can't trust me
I know it's all a game
and I should probably leave it that way
But my feet are wet now
We could jump in
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4. |
Clean Hands
02:59
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She has religion in her hair
Stuck like gum
She has religion in her hair
But in her eyes is fun
Clean hands are better
She knows it as true
The pigs they roll
in mud day through
Clean hands are better
She knows it as true
The pigs they roll
in mud
She has religion in her mind
Spinning turbines
She has religion in her mind
Oh how I wished her
heart was mine
Clean hands are better
She knows it as true
The pigs they roll
in mud day through
Clean hands are better
She knows it as true
The pigs they roll
in mud
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5. |
Melodrama
04:17
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I'll take your word for it
If you can take mine
You can't be straight with me
and neither can I
We will say it's timing
blame our busy lives
ignore the fact
that this is all just
Melodrama
oh it's fodder for the lambs
it's sitting in ashtrays
it's weeping crocodile tears
It's inauthenticity
no vulnerability
nothing's real
I'm wiping your crocodile tears
Leather boots, I'm feeling strong
I'll put my gloves on
So I can't feel your fingers
Or the texture of your hair
This game is getting tired
once which served us so well
informed our art
a self inflicted
Heartache
Oh it's fodder for the lambs
it's sitting in ashtrays
it's weeping crocodile tears
It's inauthenticity
no vulnerability
nothing's real
I'm wiping your crocodile tears
I won't swim with you
But if you push me in I know
You won't be there for the inevitable
Wave crash
Oh it's fodder for the lambs
it's sitting in ashtrays
it's weeping crocodile tears
It's inauthenticity
no vulnerability
nothing's real
I'm wiping your crocodile tears
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6. |
Spaceship Fingers
03:44
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Spaceship fingers
Glossy eyes
Send me to the moon
to the moon
(All that silver)
Something in the way you hold it
Makes me crave it
Intoxication by your design
Just one moment more...
Tunnel vision
Half the view
I'll take half of you
Half of you
(Hands on hands on hands)
It's in the way you hold it
That makes me crave it
Intoxication by your design
Just one moment more...
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7. |
Fickle Are The Clouds
02:13
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Fickle are the clouds
My God, where are you now?
What life could you be living -
Of solitude and giving?
Your prayers are in your eyes
A sonnet for the skies
Your heaven it will open while
The sun will hide your lies
But I have been set free
The rain and wind have changed me
I'll rest assured you've found your place
I truly hope you've found your grace
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8. |
Glitter Heels
03:22
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All strapped into someone's heels
Short dress, sparkly eyes
Not sure who is being true
Good thing no one's asked you
Back seat now of someone's car
Don't know where you are
Back door entrance to a bar
Riesling, beer or vodka?
Hear the thunder
Hear the crash
A see of eyes
But none connect with yours
Keep grinning girl and you'll be fine
Hear the thunder
Hear the crash
A see of eyes
But none connect with yours
Keep grinning girl and you'll be
perfect in time
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9. |
Just Pretend You Love It
03:47
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Sit down
Enjoy the ache
Contemplate
You love it
Neck crack
mmm
Feel good
Pretend you love it
It's a simple life my dear
Just pretend you love it
Life is but a dream my dear
Just pretend you love it
It's a simple life my dear
Just pretend you love it
Life is but a dream my dear
Just pretend you love it
Mountains high
Misty eyes
Feet wet
You're breathing
Air so real
Sit down
Enjoy the ache
You love it
It's a simple life my dear
Just pretend you love it
Life is but a dream my dear
Just pretend you love it
It's a simple life my dear
Just pretend you love it
Life is but a dream my dear
Just pretend you love it
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