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No One Escapes
03:02
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Standing in the winter sun
Waiting for the train
Tallies clink in plastic bags
Reminds me of the life I have
Just haunting those dawn hallways
Workers whisper fork tongued tales
Who will be the first to run?
Do you think you'll be the one that escapes?
Will you escape?
Can you escape?
Another night of race to sleep
The shooting stars no one sees
Search the mirror for a sign
Reflection with a black outline
A city full of day time thieves
They talk of hollow victories
In the suburbs no alarm bells ring
The famine happens quietly, no one escapes
You won't escape
We won't escape
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2. |
Dead Transistor
03:06
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Reading all the lines on my lonely sister
Looking for a sign to stay
No static beaming out from the dead transistor
Searching for radio waves
I run when you call
When I reach out you fall
Try to be more than a blip on your radar
But every day my signal fades
No static beaming from the dead transistor
Searching for radio waves
I stumble on some clippings that you'd collected
Filed and never seen again
All that time together never dropped our defences
Little battles always get in the way
I run when you call
When I reach out you fall
Try to be more than a blip on your radar
But every day my signal fades
No static beaming from the dead transistor
Searching for radio waves
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3. |
God's Ghost Writers
03:09
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I wake up and it's windy after dreaming of a flood
There are no divine commandments
I am not the wrath of God
But when I know that blood will flow
God is my middle-man
I lift the stone, God breaks the bone
And then washes clean my hands
We were God's ghost writers
We were meeting once a week
But in truth we never heard a word
Because God doesn't speak
The backyards flood, the waters wash the fence into the creek
Whisper softly as you touch the child say "God says not to speak"
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4. |
Into the Heart
02:56
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I walk you home through the park
I walk you home through the park
You know I'd stab someone for you
Right through the bones into the heart
A silhouette in the window
Weeping and whispers in the grass
The swollen brook is bubbling over
And twisted shapes float past
It's cold and wet beneath the bridges
And your lamp light is fading fast
You just ride harder and harder
Plunging your way into the dark
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5. |
We Disappear
01:51
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