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Secret Agent Bones
03:12
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staircase leading up, into the mind of a loved some-
one was touching sight, upon the beat of a drum
secrets ringing outwards, from the bones of a unicorn
stories as i drift over to, when i was new born
trembling as it touches, to the edge of the forest
sharpened buds of wizened caskets, holding seeds of a thought
flies upon the whims, of all the ideas in pre-form
resonance comes louder, in imaginary states
oh-o-oh, there's something here, never seen
calmer, quieter, brighter, than we've ever been
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
move your mind softly, hear the leaves shiver
stomp your heart loudly, feel my breath quiver
i've been astounded , by where you come from
i've been astounded, by what we've done
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Don Quixote
03:16
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So you set out like Don Quixote,
with all your swords & weapons drawn,
to do battle with an unknown enemy,
you plan the attack for dawn
& When you have won their hearts,
when you have trained for years & years,
when you have perfected your every skill,
& exhausted all your tears,
That's when i will meet you on the battlefield, oh...
& i will fight you with my all
& Every thing you have come to win & know of,
i will call, it back to me...
Will you be able to preempt my move?
Would you be bold enough to withdraw?
Would you be strong enough to deal a fatal blow,
& know it was the only thing called for?
& know it was the only thing called for,
& know it was the only thing called for,
& know it was the only thing called for.
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Lonesome Heart
03:29
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my lonesome heart
she's losing her art
of always remaining apart
& now that she's whole
never does as she's told
i fear she will make me grow old
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for loving has never been easy
not for anybody i've seen
to voluntarily partake, in that pain & heartache
well i tell them, that's just not for me
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my lonesome heart,
she's always trying to trick me
she's always out to...deceive
she masks everything in,
the most colourful din
& i want nothing more than to be let back in
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but she says love, oh , it's not easy
& you got, no aptitude for it, i can see
so you may as well, just keep on walking
i've taken over here, can't you see
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so i gave her all my favourite toys
& i trusted her with my favourite boy
now she conducts at her will, every gig on the bill...
& me, i've been disappearing
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Driftwood Horses
03:44
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in a black & white photo, in a town by the sea
i had a dream, about you, about me
the folks dress strange, & talk queerly
& the wind blows through, surreptitiously
the sand it hits, in individual grains
we've been walking, hands apart, cross cobbled lanes
i wish that i could, wear all the disdain
& be the all to your freedom
the women make horses out of drifting wood
been minding my mumblin', in 'tempts to be un'erstood
yet i still hear voices telling me i could, well, be,
the last one, to be freed
For Everything i Craft, it's Always for You
Your my midnight dreaming in everything i Do
Now I'm Free to Love Whomever I Choose
& this Time, this Time it's You
so we ride our horses, from near to far
collage them gently, with mud & tar
i've been talking to angels & to Lucifer,
bargaining the straightest road, to your freedom
For Everything you Craft, it is all for Me
I'm your All-time dreaming in Narcolepsy
So feel Free to Love, everything You See
Ain't that the way, its' meant to be
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