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Poles Apart
03:25
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Come to meet ya when you're all down and out
We're not used to the situation of having nothing to talk about
Oh how the silence can be so much louder than a shout
Two people in the same room but Poles Apart
Why would you say you wanted more
When all I see is your heart's getting sore
I put Lou Reed on, take a Walk on the Wild Side
As per usual we both remark, that's my favourite song of all time
You say it's the lyrics and I say it's the bass line
Why don't we go down to St. James street?
Try and find the Brighton version of Miami's Holly
Oh wait I forgot, we don't do those adventures anymore
Two people Poles Apart - same as before
Why would you say you wanted more
When all I see is your heart's getting sore
Why would you say that you wanted more
When all I see is our Love is a chore
So we drift on down our own separate ways
Take a Walk on the Wild Side still come on, on a good day
We will never be Poles Apart for too long
Cause we both share the same favourite song.
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Tongue = Gun
04:43
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Can you imagine the amount of songs that have been played in this room?
Can you fathom the amount of orgasms that have come too soon?
Can you feel the heat in your feet from the rivers of fire beneath?
And when your on the coast can you feel the salt crystals on your cheek?
The word is like a gun, the word is like a gun
The word is like a gun you can't run from
The word is like a gun, from inside your head and off your tongue
Won't you sit down with me?
No we don't have to speak
Awkward silences are productive you see
Or at least I thought so
Can you feel those ripping tides coming in soon?
And all these things are controlled by the mysterious ways of the moon
Have you ever felt and heard the perfect resonance?
Have you seen what happens when a drop of mercury decides to dance?
Won't you sit down with me?
No we don't have to speak
Won't you smoke one with me?
We're not so you anymore
We're not talking, only running
We're not talking, only running
We're not talking, only running
Those awkward silences are productive you see?
I'd like to think so
The word is like a gun, the word is like a gun
The word is like a gun you can't run from
The word is like a gun, from inside your head and off your tongue
The word is like a gun, the word is like a gun
The word is like a gun you can't run from
The word is like a gun, from inside your head and off your tongue
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Spoilt
04:16
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And when you finally understood
The feelings you can't explain
It's like a big fresh white sheet
With a big blood stain
Thoughts rattle in your mind
Like a trolly down the isle
Down the biggest shop you've ever been
Makes it hard to decide
We're so spoilt, when we don't have a thing
Getting in the way, of some true living
It was those shooting stars and the jangly guitars
That made our summer night - take me back
To the smells of eucalyptus and the itchy mosquito bites - take me back
To when I was too drunk to drive, but we got home in the end.
And now the money isn't so good but the air is so pure
You can't afford the latest iphone but you can hear a friendly knock on the door
My old friend please come in, let's have one for old times
And when the smiles hit our face, that's when we know we're alive
We're so spoilt, when we don't have a thing
Getting in the way, of some true living
It was those shooting stars and the jangly guitars
That made our summer night - take me back
To the smells of eucalyptus and the itchy mosquito bites - take me back
To when I was too drunk to drive
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Green Buttons
04:30
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To allow your call to come through to me
I must press the green button on the screen
Though the feeling is gone
The manners stay on And Ill answer your call reluctantly
So many things have changed but too many things remain the same
And while you roll your eyes at the world, the world rolls through space
To hold your tongue is to bite your lip
But it all comes out in a little slip
And what now is will later be a was
The generation are lost for words
So many things have changed but too many things remain the same
And while you roll your eyes at the world, the world rolls through space
Hoje em dia ha um grande debate no que diz respeito a lingua que
utilizamos para cantar
Sou de sangue Ingles, sou de sangue Libanes sou de sangue Espanhol
mas a bomba do meu sangue, que algumas pessoas chamam um coracao
Ah o meu coracao e Portugues
And here we are now all battling it out to get on the underground
Were competing Hip Hop with the sounds of Folk Rock - How could one of us win?
Were all just different characters in the same film
Were all just different characters in the same film
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