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He thought he was the ultimate conversationalist
But his families gone and his friends don't give a shit
Submissive to change 'cause he can't go home
Abrasive to lives he deserves to be alone
I thought he was the ultimate new sensationalist
Suspicious of things that don't exist
Dictating to all and spouting facts
If he leaves me a gap then I won't hold back
He thought he was the ultimate conversationalist
Unsure of the truth but he'll still insist
Abrasive to lives and it should be known
Speak up if you like - it's not right throwing him a bone
As far as I can see you're not the boss of me
I don't want to be one of your devotees
I've heard all your words and I don't agree
But I'm sure you'll be giving me the third degree
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Oh won't someone turn the lights on?
Repetition, and we should know better
Oh won't someone turn the lights on?
Had a ticket to a new town
At the station I was feeling bitter
I was going over old ground
Make an effort to confide in
Tell a martyr of your big confessions
Instead of making up your own mind
I can't believe you don't see through it
Burning bridges, there's no more to it
Go break the habit of a lifetime, yeah!
I think you've buried all the content
It goes against my better judgement
I didn't know you were not content
He said just do it in your own time
Instigate, though it may sound funny
I want to do it in my own time, yeah!
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Face value - accept it like you have no choice
Face the waste of the cash to take off
Chase the rest of the skills to break off
Do I have to report like I have no voice?
Start to make up the team to shake up
To take a stake of the market take up
The blind leading the blind in to a deep decline
The blind leading the blind, oh what a waste of your time
Always feeling the urge to just tell you
Always getting immersed in the deluge
Taking all that you heard at face value
Taking all that you heard at face value
Do I have to report like I have no voice?
Forced to edit, they take the credit
No apprehension, they failed to mention
The blind leading the blind in to a deep decline
The blind leading the blind, you must be out of your mind
Always feeling the urge to just tell you
Always getting immersed in the deluge
Taking all that you heard at face value
Taking all that you heard at face value
Face value - accept it like you have no choice
Face the waste of the cash to take off
Chase the rest of the skills to break off
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I’ll wait in the corner
Though you’re not coming
Music playing loud but
I’m not hearing any
She says “another time then”
But I don’t go in
Never left the armchair
But I’m there in spirit
We frequent the same and pretend we don't
Preferring in practice to stand alone
I'm surprised that I was the last to know
Find one, invest and then let it go
She says she’s going some place
To get some relief
I said I wouldn’t write her
To save her some grief
Took a new direction
Avoiding her street
Settled on a bench up
In Hampstead Heath
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Maybe it's the people, maybe it's the company you keep
Maybe it's the wording, maybe it's the language you speak
Set me on a mission, set me on a ploy,
Maybe there's a reason, maybe it's the reasoning with me
You said this would work out, so tell me about it
If this isn't a workout I don't know what is
Maybe it’s the journey, maybe it’s the destiny you seek
Maybe it's the distance, maybe it's the people inbetween
Say it with conviction, say it with a smile,
Say that there's a reason, say it's not the reasoning with me
Maybe it’s the craving, maybe it’s the yearning to be
Maybe it's the timing, maybe it's the end, we're yet to see
Set me on a mission, something I’ll enjoy
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Hey! Woo!
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Sundial
There’s a weight on my shoulders
They’re settling in
I resent the next seven hours
Sundial slowly spins
The feeling is mutual
I’m sure of this
I neglect to tell them to take off
Sundial fades, I never did
I dream of places
I dream of facing up to the clouds
I feel I’m wasted on these grounds
The evening is turning
The Southern skies
I resent the past 7 hours
Sundial never lies
The morning brings daylight
It’s here again
My attempts to make this the last one
Sundial shows it’s all in vain
I dream of places
I dream of facing up to the clouds
I feel I’m wasted
I feel I’m wasted on these grounds
Familiar faces
I dream of waking up to the sound
I feel I'm wasted on these grounds
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Lies
They said that they don’t even know about you
They set upon a run-around to
A task to take you in and make you one
We learn how your life is fictional
We know it’s a nightly ritual
To cast the truth aside for something more
The moments gone, your tales go on
Try to keep going but they won’t stop feeding you lies
They keep coming if you don’t start running
It’s never-ending they always get a piece of you
You hide and it's not that difficult
We know that it might be typical
You owe it to us, we're easy to deceive
We learn how your life is fictional
We know it’s a nightly ritual
To cast the truth aside for something more
The moments gone, your tales go on and on
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Monsoon!
Urgency, remote in to me
On the portside, raise the mast high
Oh the sails they were ripped at the seams
It was pulling low, it was pulling low
Shoot the flare oh we're sinking you see....
Monsoon! He couldn't jump from the aft board
Tragedy, we're stranded at sea
Raise the mast high, stop the capsize
Seemingly, this breeze is extreme
It was sinking low it was sinking low
Hoist the sails, Oh i'm getting wet knees....
Monsoon! He couldn't jump from the aft board
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Don’t wish to be elusive
Maybe we've got something to hide
We've set some double standards
And you don't understand us
We live in the city
Close to the amenities
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Nondescript
Prerequisite
Makes for an act of validity
Indiscreet
Derivative
Took from an actress with no empathy
Counterfeit
Automatic
Scraped from the base of a barrel for all to see
All has gone to rot and now they’re waiting for you
Give it all you’ve got, let’s see what tricks you can pull
We danced around the clock and were unanimous to
The stale beats and the action we came to see
Manuscript
Populated
Tales from a roster of fatuity
Backhanded
Recognition
Gives them a sense of false security
Uniform
Nonconformists
They can get so far with continuity
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