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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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I'm trying to put this thing to bed |
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I've drugged it in it's sleep |
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There isn't many memories |
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I'm comfortable to keep |
| [00:29.20] |
This ball keeps rolling on |
| [00:33.15] |
It's heading for the streets |
| [00:36.84] |
Keep expecting you to send for me |
| [00:40.54] |
The invitation never comes |
| [00:55.20] |
Each time I turn around |
| [00:59.74] |
There's nothing there at all |
| [01:03.80] |
So tell me why I feel like |
| [01:07.38] |
I'm up against a wall |
| [01:11.18] |
But maybe it's a flase alarm |
| [01:14.97] |
And all the answers sound the same |
| [01:19.03] |
Just colours bleeding into one |
| [01:22.43] |
That doesn't have a name |
| [01:26.23] |
Maybe I can't see |
| [01:29.87] |
Maybe it's just me |
| [01:44.27] |
Now the curtain's coming up |
| [01:48.65] |
The audience is still |
| [01:52.47] |
I'm struggling to cater for |
| [01:56.26] |
The space I'm meant to fill |
| [01:59.81] |
And distance doesn't care |
| [02:18.63] |
Each time I turn around |
| [02:22.48] |
There's nothing there at all |
| [02:26.09] |
So tell me why I feel like |
| [02:29.87] |
I'm up against a wall |
| [02:33.71] |
But maybe it's a false alarm |
| [02:37.44] |
And all the answers sound the same |
| [02:41.45] |
Just colours bleeding into one |
| [02:44.99] |
That doesn't have a name |
| [02:48.84] |
Maybe I can't see |
| [02:52.28] |
Maybe it's just me |
| [03:03.26] |
I'm trying to put this thing to bed |
| [03:11.06] |
I drugged it in it's sleep |
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Remember what you said |
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Are you comfortable to keep it? |
