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To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep—
To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
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Your love is a lion
Lyin’ waiting
To devour me in the darkness
And I’m waiting
And I’m willing
To be taken alive right now and
Please don’t stop
Don’t say you’ve been making all of this up
Oh speak your mind
Have you been fooling me all of this time
Don’t set me free
Don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
It’s you and me
I come alive when I’m with you
Stay with me
Believe me
Believe me
We’re meant to be
And in the quiet I miss you
Our love, it is violent
Like a riot
But I’ll fight for it til my last breath
And I’m patiently
Waiting
For a sign that you feel the same way
Don’t give up
I would’ve given you all of my love
Don’t speak your mind
Have I been blind to it all of this time
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Disintegration
03:58
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Take my hand
And come a walk with me
We’ve got a lot of things to say
It doesn’t matter anyway
Cos we’re falling apart
From the way that we used to be
When we only had to talk for free
Still strangers to the misery
This is the end not the start
We haven’t been winning
Since the beginning
We’re on a hiding to nothing
We haven't been winning
Since the beginning
We're always fighting
Disintegration
Why don't you like the way I move
Why don't you like the things I do for you
Commisserations
You could've had the best of me
We could've been just you and me ahhh
Disintegration
Change of plan
You’re walking out on me
You said there’s nothing left to say
It doesn’t matter anyway
Cos your tore out my heart
And the love that you took away
Will never ever see the light of day
Your motives are a mystery
Can we go back to the start
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Second Hand Smoke
02:39
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I’m never alone
Cos like second hand smoke
I subconsciously breathe in you
When I’m on my own
I struggle to cope
I’m barely believing
When you’re not there
I’m starving for air
Subconsciously struggling
Trying not to choke
On second hand smoke
My dearly beloved
I could never be all that you need
I could never be the air the you breathe
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Hurts Like Anything
03:16
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I awake, I’m cold
I can’t feel you near
So I run downstairs
And the house is empty
I can faintly smell
That perfume you wear
And I pinch myself
And it hurts like anything
And I can’t recall what
What brought this on
But one thing I know for sure is
I just don’t understand
What happened between last night and now
I cant even remember
The last time we had a row
All I remember
You’re with me forever
And it hurts like anything
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Wonderkid
03:42
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He hears voices at night
He hears voices in daytime
He sees visions in dreams
Of what his life could've been
He knows that he can't have it all
But he's gonna try
He knows he can't have it now
So he'll say goodbye
How could he ever know
How was he supposed to know
He's making the biggest mistake
Our wonderkid
When there's no room at the window seat
He considers this an embarrassing defeat
When the waitress won't even look his way
He just tucks his tail and then stews in his own dismay
These are lessons that have got to be learned
Because his past relationships have been spurned
And if there's a bridge left that hasn't been burned
He can tear through 'BELIEVE' and then find his reprieve
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