1. |
Not Around
05:23
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It's right above
Keeps hanging on
Loves walking 'round
Sings heavy sound
Not around
Not around
How come my skin
Never lets me be?
How come it's me?
What's it to be?
Not around
Not around
I've been meaning
Seeing, breathing
Hearing, feeling
To tell you
Ask you
Not around
Not around
Not around
Not around
Not around
Not around
Not around
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2. |
Whatever I Dream
04:52
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However I stare
However it hits me
I wouldn't change a thing
You stand in the blue unlike all the other dots
Whatever I say
However things turn out
I wouldn't change a thing
This won't be a last farewell
Wash my face
See and forget
Oh, but not even your embrace
Could keep me from falling
Oh, but that embrace
Is with me through the morning
Keep me warm
Whatever I dream
Is a long time coming
To wish for the future is to wish for the past
You reason with yourself
Wash my face
See and forget
Oh, but not even your embrace
Could keep me from falling
Oh, but that embrace
Is with me through the morning
Keep me warm
Will it kill you to meet again a past
That you knew and forgot again so fast?
Did you leave a memory for your home?
For all what it was worth to live alone
I think you did
Oh, but not even your embrace
Could keep me from falling
Oh, but that embrace
Is with me through the morning
Keep me warm and say goodbye
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3. |
I Cling to You
05:14
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I cling to you like wax in my hands
I cling to you and don't understand
Stay warm in my hands
Stay warm in my hands
I can't appear like we once did
I cling to you like you once did
Stay warm in my hands
Stay warm in my hands
Stay warm in my hands
Won't you stay in my hands?
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
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4. |
An Idiot
05:13
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I walk through haze — undone
I stand between your fingers
I take one step — an idiot
Standing in your hands
Perhaps it's that I've hidden
For far too long
And while it goes on
I've wondered how
I bare your smile — your face
The mouths on which we kiss
While you take a drag
Of restless evening wind
In love, of course, we are
We are
I loathe the sound — the pace
At which we speak at
I'm just your fool
I'm just your fool
I'm just your fool
An idiot, an idiot, an idiot
Bound to your hands
Bound to your hands
Bound to your hands
Bound to your hands
Bound to your hands
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