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Shook
02:47
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Down on the beach
We make up stories
As we skim stones
Forgetting our worries
You love the sea
You say it reminds you of Numenor
How could our lives
Have drifted so very far apart
Oh my god
I'm here again
The writing on the walls
tells me I've lost a friend
And I'm shook
Here again
But it’s written in the stars that I’ll see you again
I never asked
You how it went this way
It hurts, but my pride
Would never ask anyway
All of those days
You would look out for me
You’re a lighthouse
And I’ll see you out at sea
Oh my god
I'm here again
The writing on the walls
Tells me I’ve lost a friend
And I'm shook
Here again
But it’s written in the stars that I’ll see you again
It’s a mission to where you are, but i wanna see you
Its all boring without you here, i think i need you
It’s a mission to where you are, but i wanna see you
Its so boring without you here, i think i need you
Oh my god
I'm here again
The writing on the walls
tells me I've lost a friend
And I'm shook
Here again
But it’s written in the stars that I’ll see you again
and
Oh my god
I'm here again
The marker in the sand
tells me I’ve lost a friend
And I'm shook
Here again
But it’s written in the stars that I’ll see you again
And I know it in my heart that I'll see you
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2. |
Little Blue Car
03:08
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He moves like a bolt of lightning
Leaves the rest for dead
You should see my little blue car
That's what sammy said
We can leave the past behind us
We can hit the road
Looking back would just be madness
it gives me vertigo
On the motorway at midnight
It's a clear run to the coast
We are freer than we’ve ever been
Nothing will stop us now
Into the breeze
It's such a feeling
Darling we're free
Ands that's something worth keeping
And now we're coming back closely followed by the dawn
Little blue car
Taking us home
We’re back on the road again
Every light is turning green
I’m so glad you’re sat beside me
You're a fuckin dream
We ride on the heels of freedom
We’re edging ahead
We’re 200 miles from London
Lets see Brum instead
On the motorway at midnight
Coming back now from the coast
There's a party down in Moseley
And I don't wanna miss it
Into the breeze
It's such a feeling
Darling we're free
Ands that's something worth keeping
And now we're coming back closely followed by the dawn
Little blue car
Taking us home
On the motorway at midnight
We're heading back, we're heading back
It's just you and me
And your face is beaming
Darling we're free
Ands that's something worth keeping
And now we're coming back closely followed by the dawn
And now I know I've never so sure
That I'm so fucking glad that I was ever born
Little blue car
Taking us home
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3. |
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Darling I can't, ever be
Something I'm not
But I'm gonna try, you'd do the same thing for me
The story you told me last night
Sent shivers all down my spine
I couldn't ask for a better friend
As we watch the world meet a bitter end
With you by my side that doesn't bother me
You see the best in the worst of me
Somebody called
To tell me they're building a wall
I'm gonna stall,
Together we'll solve it all
You broke their bricks into dust
Turned all of their steel to rust
I couldn't ask for a better friend
As we watch the world meet a bitter end
With you by my side that doesn't bother me
You see the best in the worst of me
As the lights grow dim,
the battle begins
I could've sworn I saw you there
right at the front
leading the charge
fighting for everything that's fair
I could've swron I saw you there
When I'm alone
I write little notes on my phone
Reminding myself
of things that are good for my health
next to various idiom truths
but in the end every thoguht leads to you
Cus I couldn't ask for a better friend
As we watch the world meet a bitter end
With you by my side that doesn't bother me
You see the best in the worst of me
I couldn't ask for a better friend
As we watch the world meet a bitter end
With you by my side that doesn't bother me
You see the best in the worst of me
You see the best in the worst of me
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4. |
Final Train
02:49
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Walk out of a dreamy bar
My fortune for an empty jar
You’re so sweet
I can’t believe my luck
Walk past all the broken boys
Slinging glass in their drunken noise
I’m your shield
And you're my perfect storm
Out in the pouring rain
As we race to the final train
The city by morning
It should come with a warning
All aboard to the suburbs
I tell you some slurred words
I can see our station loom
Condensation in the window flume
Drawing stick folk with our fingertips
Worcester foregate says a muffled voice
Terminating here you got no choice
Stumbling towards automatic doors
As we watch
the pouring rain
From the warmth of the final train
We’ll be home by dawn
Falling over like fawns
Find our way to the suburbs
We tell each other some slurred words
And then we laugh
As forget all the pain we had
I don’t understand
How we could have ever been sad
And then we cry
I can’t pinpoint exactly why
But we’re satisfied
It’s just the rain and the rest of our lives
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5. |
Safe Here
03:01
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Effervesce, journey melt
Draw down your path
Delicate, like fingerprints
Adorn me at last
Televised, compliments
Take their own form
Castle walls, the firmament
A last stand against war
I can feel, I'm safe here, I'm safe here
I can feel, I'm safe here, I'm safe here
Fallow fields, empty yields
Burn it all in the sky
Holy water, daylights daughter
Illuminating the wild
I can feel, I'm safe here, I'm safe here
I can feel, I'm safe here, I'm safe here
I’ll follow you, far beyond the sham
I’ll honour you, you're part of who i am
I never felt, something like this before
I never knew, someone so beautiful
Colourblind, lullabies
As we listen in grey
Innocence as a consequence
Of having nothing to say
I can feel
I'm safe here
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