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Works & Days
03:13
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Ever see yourself
among the faces in the crowd?
Well I’m not proud,
but I’m glowing.
Cause every single night
I get the same dreams,
about my failed schemes,
works and days.
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I’m tired
of all the not-yous,
all distractions,
all replacements.
---
Maybe weeks go by
bleeding days and lonely you.
I’m unglued.
I’m sure you know this.
Never someone new -
true is true both then and now.
But somehow,
I can change.
---
I’m tired
of all the not-yous,
all distractions,
all replacements.
---
If you’re faltering
while your notions fall away,
that’s okay.
You’ll overcome it.
I'll be someone else:
good for you, but not my myself,
with your help,
works and days.
---
I’m tired
of all the not-yous,
all distractions,
all replacements.
I’m tired
of all the not-yous,
all distractions,
all replacements.
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2. |
Strings At Her End
02:23
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Kites fly towards the tides,
I am only one of them.
Winds rise our insides,
intestines are the string at her end.
Will I ever be at home with her on the ground?
Synthetic winds are rocking
and all the world is crashing down.
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When we depend on the dead
to pull our carriages and carry our bread,
we may be dead when they're gone,
severed by machines that carried us along.
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3. |
St. Rita
02:47
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I want to strip my ragged carcass to the bones.
The bitter balm I got could never cure your woes.
But I’ll keep coming back for more until I’m yours.
Well alright, alright.
I mashed my fingers to a gritty pulp for you.
I’m palomino with the bruises I made too.
I never knew to stop when going wasn't good.
Well alright, alright.
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Yeah you deplete me.
I’m yours completely,
St. Rita
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Now I know that promises aren't guarantees.
Wasted effort, there’s no binding you to me.
It’s only fear that could define us mutually.
Well alright, alright.
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Yeah you deplete me.
I’m yours completely.
Obsession turns to hate,
Turns on myself,
Turns into something else
I never want to show.
I think I'm better left alone.
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Yeah you deplete me.
I’m yours completely,
St. Rita.
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4. |
Walking With Me
02:29
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You're walking with me
Through the artillery
Your hand is in mine
We're feeling just fine
I've got to let you know
I will have to let you go
Whether now or later on
Our lives aren't so long
---
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
You're walking with me
We'll be dead soon you see
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
It's moving too fast
Our lives just can't last
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You're working with me
In the man's industry
You're hand is in pain
You're bleeding again
I swear I'll let it go
Once he's lyin’ on the floor
Feels his life linger on
Only for moments til it's gone
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Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
You were moving too slow
You felt the hammers blow
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
If Christ was my friend
He'd bring the man to his end, cause...
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I don't believe in sin, my dear
I don't believe in sin, my dear
I don't believe in sin, my dear
He'll feel the hammer's blow.
He'll feel the hammer's blow uh uh oh
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You're walking with me
Through the sunshine and breeze
The war's at an end
Another day on the mend
I've got to let you know
I will love you more and more
Every day we linger on
Hand in hand until we’re gone
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Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh
Oh uh uh oh-o-oh, Whoa
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