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Rising Tides
04:41
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WHERE DID MY TIME GO, IT SEEMS I’M ALWAYS OUT OF IT. YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU GOT UNTIL YOU GOT NOTHING LEFT. WHILE I’M TRYING TO BE HONEST, THERE ARE THINGS THAT I WOULD CHANGE, BUT WHEN IT COMES TO MY FAMILY, I WOULD KEEP THEM ALL THE SAME.
BEEN STARING AT THE SUN TOO LONG, IT’S BURNT THE COLOURS FROM YOUR EYES. WE TELL THE TIME THESE DAYS BY THE SHADOWS IN THE SKY. WE’VE GOT TO MOVE QUICKLY, TO BEAT THE RISING TIDES. THESE BOTTLES ARE EMPTY, AND THERE’S NOWHERE LEFT TO HIDE.
STUCK AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLES VOICES CAN'T BE HEARD. NO POINT IN SHOUTING, THERES NO ONE LISTENING. FALL FASTER THAN GRAVITY ALLOWS, TAKE A BREATH BEFORE YOU HIT THE GROUND. NO POINT IN SHOUTING, BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT LISTENING.
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Heavy Rotation
04:02
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TURN THE CLOCK BACK, SO WE CAN FEEL ALIVE. THIS TOWN IS GETTING SMALLER, THERE’S NOWHERE LEFT TO HIDE.
WE USED OURSELVES UP, UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT BUT PRIDE. IT’S GETTING HARDER FOR US TO LIVE, WHERE ONLY THE FITTEST CAN SURVIVE.
LOCKED IN A HEAVY ROTATION EVERYONE NEEDS REPLACING. TIRED FROM ALL THIS WORK I NEED A VACATION. DOWN TO ELLIMINATION NO ONE SEES THE FACES. RUNNING FOR OUR LIVES JUST SO THAT SOMEONE CHASES.
MOVE FROM THE EDGES, BECAUSE YOU’RE BLURRING ALL THE LINES. YOUR EYES LOOK FULL OF LIFE, BUT THEY’RE AS EMPTY AS YOUR MIND.
YOU’RE DOWN ON YOUR LUCK, I SEE YOUR FORTUNES GONNA CHANGE. IT ONLY TAKES AN INSTANCE, FOR A LIFE TO RE-ARRANGE.
THEY ARE THE LONG FORGOTTEN ONES, THEY ARE THE SONS YOU WON’T HEAR FROM. AFRAID OF MICE BUT NOT OF MEN, YOU SET THE TRAP AND I’LL PUSH THEM IN.
THE MOUNTAINS HIGH, THE RIVERS NOT SO DEEP. FALLING FAST, BUT LANDING ON OUR FEET. A PROMISE THAT, WE WILL NEVER KEEP.
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In the hole
04:28
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SOME BONDS SHOULD NEVER BE BROKEN, NOT IN THIS LIFETIME. SOME WORDS SHOULD NEVER BE SPOKEN, NEVER LEAVE YOUR MOUTH. THE SHADOW THAT FOLLOWS BEHIND YOU, BELONGS TO SOMEONE ELSE. THE FIRES THAT USED TO BURN BRIGHTLY, HAVE NEARLY ALL DIED OUT.
YOU GOOD AT FINDING THE PROBLEMS, BUT NEVER WORK THEM OUT. YOU SAY YOUR LIFE HAS BEEN STOLEN, TIME TO GET IT BACK. CAN’T SEE THE TREES THROUGH THE FOREST, THEY JUST BLOCK YOUR WAY. YOU WONT LIVE FOR TOMORROW, WHEN YOU’RE NOT LIVING TODAY.
YOU LOOK SO LOW, DOWN IN YOUR LONELY HOLE. YOU CAN ALWAYS LEAVE, BUT WHERE WOULD YOU EVER GO.
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Details
04:05
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GLAD THAT’S BEHIND ME, NO MORE CHASING DREAMS. HOPE YOU DON’T FIND ME, IN THE IN-BETWEEN. HOME’S WHERE THE HEART IS, MINES BEATING FAST. RIGHT HERE BESIDE YOU, RIGHT HERE AT LAST
PAST CAUGHT IN MY THROAT, NEARLY CHOKED ON IT, CAN’T SWALLOW ALL OF THIS, I’M NOT READY YET. GLAD THAT’S BEHIND ME, NO MORE CHASING DREAMS. HOPE YOU DON’T FIND ME, IN THE IN-BETWEEN.
WE’RE GETTING LOST IN THE DETAIL, THIS PATTERN REPEATING. WE NEED TO FIND OUR WAY OUT (WE NEED TO FIND OUR WAY OUT). WER’E RUNNING BLIND UNTIL WE SEE, THIS PATTERN REPEATING. WE GOTTA FIND OUR WAY OUT (WE GOT TO FIND OUR WAY OUT).
WE’RE GETTING LOST IN THE DETAIL, THIS PATTERN REPEATING. WE NEED TO FIND OUR WAY OUT (WE NEED TO FIND OUR WAY OUT). WER’E RUNNING BLIND UNTIL WE SEE, THIS PATTERN REPEATING. WE GOTTA FIND OUR WAY OUT (WE GOT TO FIND OUR WAY OUT).
THIS PATTERN REPEATING THIS PATTERN REPEATING
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