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Ghosts
02:10
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I start to write and hit a wall
I don’t know when I’m going to lose it all
I think about this time next year
I don’t know when I’m going to lose it
Shadows dancing down the empty stairs
But was it even really there?
Waiting for the priest to come
I don’t know whether this is the one
Drenched in piss and shit and blood
I don’t know whether you could call this love
Ghosts ascending lighter than the air
But was it even really there?
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Russian History
02:03
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I’ve got a heavy gut, this time it’s serious
This neighbourhood’s a bonefield, on all sides
I’m learning to depend on living skeletons
The only history worth knowing
I don’t see the light
This sunny day just feels like any other
Forgotten life beneath the snow
A foolishness for Christ
There could be hope among
This brutal architecture
But it feels like Russian history
Annushka bought the oil, it’s out of our control
Feels like everything’s predestined to collapse
Unable to express the inner distress
That’s bringing me down
Struggling to resist
This siege has been played out a hundred times
But still it makes me sick
A closeness to the edge
There could be hope among
This brutal architecture
But it feels like Russian history
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Tapped Out
02:28
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I tapped out before the start
Of a dirty bout but I wish that I was seeing the stars
I could give up on the fight
Vanishing, totally, out of sight
All I wanted was to see the other side, but now I have
I rescind all the pipe dreams crafted under kitchen sinks
It was all I wanted to know
Now I don't want to know
A tricky pill to swallow
Caught me right on the nose and
It wasn’t very nice so I went to ground
It’s so boring and trite
And it all came to that on the night
And I wish that I could dislocate the tragic in everything but
What I said could have changed it all but none of it made sense
It was all I wanted to know
Now I don't want to know
A tricky pill to swallow
It’s so awkward to say that you feel bad
That the seeds of death were planted in the bed
And if you don’t want to feel that
Just put the fucker to bed
But I said
It was all I wanted to know
Now I don't want to know
A tricky pill to swallow
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Fair-weather
03:44
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The argument you learnt from school
Will falter now without a doubt
Division between weird and cool
Blend into the background
Revolving round the nearest sun
Until another one burns out
When all the bad shit starts to
Fold into me like a cosmic catastrophe
Another thing that goes nowhere that we share
I laughed so hard my feet went in the air
Consider it done when igniting the old candle
Fair-weather, could’ve been better
The sweater song is called ‘Undone’
So hold this thread as I walk
I think, I sink and then I die
But should I then be proud?
And this feeling starts to stick
The inertia fails to shift
It’s boring a hole miles wide
And deep into the ground
Another thing that goes nowhere that we share
I laughed so hard my feet went in the air
Consider it done when igniting the old candle
Fair-weather, could’ve been better
I'm starting to crash now
My body is reeling
Rocking and rolling
I couldn't carry on feeling
Like I'd wasted my time on
Trying to implicate meaning
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