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The Mazy Laws
08:00
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I laid my hands on his warm, cone bones. No place for old codes between these hedgerows, deep needle heat grows on his warm, cone bones...and I loved him. My brain deceived by these leafy cornes, I felt the veins rise and down we fell. I laid my hands on just like a surgeon, the snapping branches echoed round and round. It's love and its mazy laws, urging you on.
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Outlands
03:08
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In the outlands of the world each night, footprints lead you through your dreams like lights. There's peace for aching eyes, so dry your crying eyes and open up your lazy, lazy eyes, your sandy eyes. In the outlands crumbs will lead you home, birds like arrows past your head will soar. I see them in your eyes, they're darting in your eyes, two pennies for the wildness in your eyes, your sandy eyes.
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Tallulah
05:02
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Down on your lip, it's soft and it's sharp, you're ringing me round, you'e bringin me round, my skin between your fingers, your cannibal kiss, It's bringing me round, you're bringing me round. Tallulah, with your owl eyes and your big surprise, these are the best days of our lives. A thorn in your tongue, drawing maps on the sheets, the room spinning round, the room spinning round, like a parrot on your shoulder, you carried me around and I'm weighing you down, I'm pulling you down. Tallulah, with your sweet highs and your sour demise, these were the best days of our lives.
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The Safe Inside
07:36
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Somebody knows where all of the odd numbers go, somebody knows the machinery, those feelings in your bones were not just paranoid, they are moving tiny,tiny, tiny little numbers, so deep inside the safe inside.
Somebody knows the price of your head and your toes, somebody knows it's just dominoes, their noses caving in, their flies are all undone, fallen short in love, always always lived in double-vision, so deep inside, the safe inside.
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Mask
06:52
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Coal black, coal black, the earth is black between our backs, while oysters slip down wealthy throats, we're tossed away by hairless girls and careless boys, who can't hide anything. Hide-and-seek in the purple gloom of your velvety room and all the time you're masked and veiled, you can fool the wind, you can fool the sun, you can fool yourself, you can't fool anyone.
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Chinny Chin Chin
04:29
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Some people walk round in armour, thinking we're all spies and thieves. I used to think I was a charmer, but I keep my hands to myself these days. We climb up the sky in the search of some answers, burning white lines in the gentle blue spaces, our itchy eyes see so many walls, so many ears, yet in the cold night we still reach for love. So we spin in a tangle and our bodies fall at funny angles, let the world stroke your chinny-chin-chin.
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Your Arms, Your Doors
05:29
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Lighten them at nightfall, brighten their dreams, anyone can be a lonely soul, hunchin' in the streetlight, lunchin' in-between, lucky pennies rolling, rolling, they glitter like eyes. Oh, they open and close again, do they only open to close again? Your arms, your doors, do they only open to close again? Scribbled on your arms there's another down, hard glances fall at angles, gold and brown, but it only takes a song of lost love to get you teary-eyed, seeping in through the crumbling wall, if only, if only.....your arms, your doors, if only they'd open, not close, again...
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Tumbledown
06:52
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We dropped like newborns to the earth, it was this long, slow tumbledown. Abandoned steeples passing, tall chimneys and their nests, it was this long, slow tumbledown. We saw these people staring into imagined lives, it was this long, slow tumbledown, you caught your breath and held me, until I sank into your chest, it was this long, slow tumbledown, we fell. Onto the boiling ocean bed, it was a long, slow tumbledown. We swam around the greening wreck, it was a long, slow tumbledown. On we swam, on we swam, headlong in, on we swam, on we swam...
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