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get close
02:58
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All I’m trying to do
Is get close to you sometime.
But you keep brushing me off
And knocking me back tonight.
Am I never gonna get it right?
All I’m trying to do is get close to you.
I’m not gonna give up,
I believe in this love we’ve got.
You might not think it’s enough
But I want it too much to stop.
Are we ever gonna keep in touch?
I’m not gonna give up,
I believe in this love.
You make me feel crazy
To still be here waiting.
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one or two
02:48
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One or two things we’ve said lately
Been running through my brain.
If we don’t get the record straight
Things might never be the same.
If you knew what I’ve been thinking
Would you walk away?
All of this is so familiar
But I’ve been wrong before.
I find myself in deeper water;
Did I fall overboard?
If I knew what you’ve been thinking
Could I swim back to the shore?
If I say what I’ve been thinking
Am I going to spoil it all?
One or two more days without you
Whispering in my ear.
Whichever hand I use to count on
The answer’s still not clear.
I think it must be one or two.
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lay me down
04:39
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And so I lay me down to sleep.
I’m tired,
So tired,
I'm tired:
The world keeps telling me what I can dream.
And so I’ll fall right here at your feet.
You’re all that matters to me.
And so I lay me down to sleep.
I’m tired,
So tired,
I’m tired:
The world keeps telling me what I should dream.
And so I’ll come back home to your street.
You’re all that matters to me.
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4. |
revolution's over
03:59
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If the revolution’s over, who won?
And whose side was I supposed to be on?
If the revolution’s dead, was I better off red?
Am I still allowed to ask these questions?
Am I still allowed to think you’re wrong?
If there’s no power to the people
Then why do we pretend to let the people decide?
If there’s no power in a dream
Will you please let me sleep?
Am I such a fool to dream of freedom?
Am I such a fool to think you’re wrong?
We can’t go on
Lying to ourselves while dropping bombs.
Aren’t those days gone?
step out of the war room baby
Say goodbye,
Wave goodbye to all that.
Am I still allowed to ask these questions?
Am I still allowed to think you’re wrong?
If the revolution’s over, who won?
And whose side was I supposed to be on?
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If you were the sea
I can’t work out what I would be.
But all I need is to be near you.
Sometimes I’m wrong,
Sometimes I’m just holding on,
But I feel strong when I am near you.
I don’t know what you do to me
But I know I don’t want you to stop.
So draw a little closer:
Let’s go on and on and on falling in love.
When you are away
I live such ordinary days,
And I just wait till you are near me.
And if you feel
Just as breathless as I feel
Then this must be real
And you must be near me.
I don’t know what you do to me
But I know I don’t want you to stop.
So draw a little closer:
Let’s go on and on and on falling in love.
I don’t know what you do to me
But I know I don’t want you to stop.
So draw a little closer:
Let’s go on and on and on.
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6. |
razors
02:16
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The sun’s hanging low in my soul
And loneliness is all I know.
But I’ve been banging on this drum so long
And the world only wants happy songs.
I used to be young and in love
With everything I could dream of,
Now I’m not having any fun no more:
The world was never waiting for
The man with razors in his eyes;
The man who sings until he cries.
I’m a man with razors in his eyes;
A man who sings until he dies.
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7. |
bluer wave
03:32
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the madlys Exeter, UK
the madlys is the studio project of indie/alternative musician and writer Steve Harris.
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