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Let Go Move
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And I want to say as it goes away, and I'm led in thoughts astray of the cold, uncalculated heart to be the only way. No, I'll keep in mind the higher times and a brighter day, when all I could do was hope to stay in the know of what it means to be free when I up and go. Let go, move on, and grow from the life and the art that's pulled apart. Let go, move on, and grow. How far have we come? Will I ever know?
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The Sound
04:11
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Take what you want. Take what you'd be like resolved, settled down and unclear. It's like an inside job, need only one God to get off. Hard hearing's too strange when I can hear the Sound. Music to the ears of the Suited Rogue going 'round from Chip off the block to Warlock. But can you stay in tow to compete with the Snow that feels slow? You keep running and running to run it again. One by one, straight to the Sound. You're not gone, lost in the Parthenon, you are sick sitting in Town Hall with a broken arm that threw the winning pitch in 'Nam. What crime? You'll be back in no time. I'll continue to communicate in such a way I can still relate, so tune in right now. The Frequency will be found.
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Conspirators
03:28
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Not my hero, time you let me inside. Taking control of everyone's leverage. I don't know why Brian always chipped in. Why's the nice guy gotta be so hopeless? She came to me in a dream last night, talking so smooth, a silk stride. Talking to everyone, hindering everyone. And you're never gonna get me to try, I won't conspire. You'll have to lace up the collar just to say goodbye, in a fiery grave for the Ages. And they'll find out, but why? I can't say. In my whole life, I've built you up to a kind of goddess. You, and all you know, to go and shelter the truth. Meanwhile in line, can we sit down and take time? I don't know.
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Live By Candlelight
03:16
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If you try to hold me up, you could walk away with more than you thought. So the end of the year is gone, and I can't keep thinking I've righted any wrong. Talk of the kind that goes to take in mind away, and there's nothing left to show. For all the ones I see all the time who can't help but keep jumping the line, who don't like the tone: tell me everyone who goes down. It's the guise through which I live by candlelight, 'cause I like the tone. I can't compete for much, but everyone could use a trophy once in a while. Carry on like I never existed. The Path of Least Resistance is calling you out, I know. And it never finds a way out from all the Lost patiently waiting in line, who don't like the tone.
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Past The Wave
03:29
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Take one more for the ride. Lazy quips, 'cause you're skipping all mine. And the Doctor knows in case I go off here and there, running around past the Wave just outside of town, but I won't like to lean on you. Get me out. Hold on, you're never gonna hold me down. I'll swim through the television to pull the ignition. Can you feel it sinking in, advice on surfing with a cold grin? Won't ever hear about you past the Wave just outside your house, and I won't like to lean on you.
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Guts By The Pound
03:48
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Take flight, all tuned out. Sing like the Choir somehow. Take my slice of the pie, keepsake for the Wolves at night. Scale back the peel and pulp. Try to reep, never to sow. Call out a different name, all my trials one and the same. One drag to make it back. In time, nothing but schwag. Sell my guts by the pound at the very thought of laying down. On display, Rotten Bouquet.
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Under The Neon God
03:59
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You're in the Reign, straight to the brain. I know you've been working all day, 'cause it's hard to be the one stepping out to do the right thing, don't you know? Everyone does. You've got a sharp wit that cuts to the bone. Keep it going, never end up alone. Except one thing: there's always something stronger on the rise. And under the Neon God, you're flag it won't fly. All day it takes to cover the lie trapped in the Temple, you would like to know why it sparingly bares the lights flashing I can see for miles. I can see them when I close my eyes. And everything starts to flow like it feels right. But if in the time you chose, you've sewn in enough. And under the Neon God, you're flag it won't go up.
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State Of The Spin
03:49
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I wonder if this place is ever fit for a King's Hawai'ian, is it found in some other place than now? Pass it around. The minute I go walking, I realize the very type of talking that I must find. It's quick to the punch, but still true to my own style in life, and not quite what you might do if you ever had the time. Say it's happening tonight to the Waking Eye. Come the morning, kill time and say goodbye. Walk two moons in my shoes to find out why I'm still confused by everyone's inclination to ignore the saddest Songs. I walk the Road that runs between there and the next town over. For now, there's no one else around. You want me, no money, to go around spitting truth. I won't buy the Tyrant's Crown. And you got that look in your eyes, just to see what I should do or say to try and keep you safe inside. But I'm getting out, committing crimes on the Waking Eyes. You've got everything under the Sun, and I don't want to ever get down. Always keep my head up high. Go on now, State of the Spin, did you keep your wit about it all? I know I did. It's true, in all that it requires to hammer down on what is wrong. So go on, sing your Song until the threat is gone. But you don't know, they're ready to open fire. Tell them we all go home.
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Scary Shy
04:34
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So let go, move on. Grown from the cold heart. The Singing helps to relate, so don't be late to keep waiting. All night to ask why, but am I the one guy? One look through my eyes to see I'm scary shy in the No-Fly. It's so hard to stay sharp, steady climb with the times. So go on, get it over with. Bring it up just to watch the whole place rot. I'll give it all I've got. Mission decreed to look at me. A certain place to meet the face, tell me where again. I'll wait in the lot all night, everything I've got to give. I hope you hold the run. I hope you see the Dash just isn't me, but flee where we are if we want to get around. I think of the times when I all I could ever be, now you've fixed the topic to my Crown. Wrong time to open your eyes when everyone's looking onto the Nightmare they all want. I hope you look past the Masked Life to know that I'm just scary shy.
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