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Sadchoir
01:44
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I don’t know if it’s been sent to accuse me
I don’t think I’ve seen it before
It’s not like a sense of abusive
It’s not like a metaphor
You are not so much trouble, that trouble becomes you
This is not strange, not lax but loaded so put it on the floor
This is not strange, not lax but it becomes you
So put it on the floor
I’ve seen it all before
This is not strange, not lax but it’s loaded
This is not strange, not lax but it becomes you
This is not all that we have been given
This is not a sad choir
Lord forgive us
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2. |
Wait a Minute
03:07
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The days have been building
For a while says everyone
Can you tell the difference?
Between the snakes, the charm, the scorn
I can see straight through
You’re armour now it’s gone
We go far
For so long
Can we break through
What is gone
Until the lies
Until mistakes
Forever remembers we incinerate
In the window I sit waiting
Hazing through a storm
Have I had the chance?
To fill lives, been and gone
And so I slumber
Hold onto the warmth
Until the undisputed truth
I’ve wasted it all
Forever a worm
Forever a snake
Forever remembers
We incinerate
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3. |
Whatever Happens
03:34
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What happened to Bonnie Tate?
She never loved me anyway
Oh well, I only bought her flowers
It’s not like I stood there and queued for hours
No time to spring into action (that was my reaction)
I hate catering to the undeserved
Table for two reserved
Who the fuck is Eddie Flynn?
I think I only met his twin
Who knows, maybe he’s a drag
It’s not like he flys his flag
These people are so boring
These crisps are so moreish
Don’t know, I’m not sure
Can’t take this shit anymore
Whatever happens
Happens to us all
There’s no fight
And there’s no resolve
Where on Earth is Andy Brown?
Last heard he left this town
He stood up for what he believed
And lost in all by being deceived
So fake the news
And sing the blues
If you’re not amused
It’s about the route we choose
We lie here awake at night
Shoulder to shoulder with the plight
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4. |
The Day I Fell Off
02:53
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It’s not like over
It’s not like it’s changed
But I can’t win
I can’t win
Is it all lost or is it doubt
We kinda fit in, we kinda fit in
When I hear veins, beat aloud
We all sit down, we all sit down
So pick up the pieces, they’ve all changed
Slow down, slow down
We mould into one and I hear them shout
The end is the same
The longer it starts over, the long I sit out
I never grow older or have any doubt
The piece in the middle, the piece that we saved
Over and over we still feel sane
I never felt love, I never felt pain
I never felt, I never felt
It’s not like over
It’s not like it’s changed
But I can’t win
I can’t win
Here’s to an ending
Here’s to a save
It’s not like it’s over
It’s not like it’s changed
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5. |
Denouement
03:38
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I still think of the times
And the days gone by
I still think of the hooks
And the reasons why
I still can’t see the end
See I turn the page
I have no regrets
And nothing saved
No remorse, no endings
No-one is saved
No surrender, an attitude
Until the grave
Can’t look in the casket
Or you in the eye
All the times you’ve cried
And don’t survive
So why has it left
And the memories fade
It’s so long ago
But nothing’s changed
No Remorse
No Endings
No Remorse
No one is saved
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SmokeSignals Manchester, UK
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