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Tinnitus
03:23
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its not the time to work it out, alone
you think its mine to scream and shout, oh no
re attach your jaw and go
dont swim against the flow
its not the same when its not loud in here
without the pain inside my head and ears
theyve all gone im bouncing all
across the ceilings and walls
who would know what was to come
here comes the violence, the silence has all gone
im lost inside and i dont care
oh you dont know how far i'd go to stay here
stay around where silence is rare, look here
shut your ears and shut your eyes
coz the noise is gonna rise
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dont expect normality
question their identiy
they avoid reality
and you cant be to sure
pull their faces back reveal
who they really are
marks you left will never heal
the truth is never far
you'll never know
how far they will go
expect the unpredictable
and the two faced shit they pull
they will not admit to you
what you really know
aspirations in the mirror
it will not become much clearer
blurred with more and much more beer
and things to warp their brains
you'll never know
how far they will go
sink their feet into the ground
statue symbols all around
theyll not move until they see
they're victims of reality
if you dont be careful you'll find yourself in a box
six feet away from the world
they will throw away the key after it has been locked
away your life has been hurled
you'll never know
how far they will go
sink their feet into the ground
statue symbols all around
theyll not move until they see
they're victims of reality
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City Song
03:40
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big smoke, chimneys
endeavour within me
circling the tops of the towers
scrape the sky
hustle and bustle
litter floating russles
hubbub and the milling people
pushing to get by
slurs cue laughter
drunks turn irate after
the carriage or the platforms
find their state entertaining
commuters get pissed
as their transport has been missed
and their mood follows weather as
the sky starts with the raining
daily routines and the same old faces
same morning paper same boring places
a light it flickers on
the corridors echoed with song
a penniless hat and a rugged old mat
home to a bag of ballads
phone calls ring around
come as one big muddled sound
moaning about the rain
or lack of chicken in the salad
theres many songs about the city but dont resonate what we know to be true
theres many wanting pity oh for heavens sake everybodies feeling it too
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Conor B Wakefield, UK
"Like a garage punk Jamie T!"
- Zac Carper, FIDLAR
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