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Heart so full
03:51
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(vs 1)
There's no way around it, I'm your fool completely.
I'll swoon when you walking near me just to pour the morning coffee.
while my shaking hands employ the spoon it's doing something for me, how deftly you ignore me...
(Chorus 1)
But the Heart is so full..
THe heart is hopeful x 2
(vs 2)
You float in silent unison with the soundtrack that they're playing.
But it's not for me. It's only circumstance..
and my hapless head, it wanders to the scene that they are selling
A coward's heart will always miss it's chance...
(Chorus 2)
But the heart is so full
The heart is hopeful x 2
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2. |
Indian summer
03:32
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It's hard to imagine how much it'd hurt..
'hard to imagine wearing the sting..
Y'know I've learned to be prepared..
But you can't think of everything..
We're all idiots standing in line (jealous jealous)
But I'm starting to understand
what makes you so careless..
Girl, it's just an Indian Summer
we're holding on to what has passed
Now you know it feels like a sunburn
you think it's bad but it's gonna get worse
Sooner or later you'll learn..
sooner or later you get taught
To take your time while you take your turn
it's only wrong if you get caught
But, we'll go fall for it everytime
like nothing can stop us
returning to the scene of the crime
It pays to be cautious
Girl, it's just an Indian Summer
we're holding on to what has passed
Now you know it feels like a sunburn
you think it's bad but it's gonna get worse
You'll wanna try and hold it forever
you don't understand. that's not how it works..
lord, it makes you long for the winter
when you were strong
and you struck first..
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3. |
Foaming at the mouth
03:54
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I'm the voice on the radio.
I'll tell you just how you should feel...
I've got you pinned by satellite
I'll hunt you down like a fox in the field...
You might escape, but not tonight
I'd bet my life on it.
You'll feel the jaws closing on your helpless neck..
There you go again, foaming at the mouth...
and clawing at the sides of your poison well..
Squirm, you little parasite..
under the shadow of my heel.
This is a predator's life..
To me, your suffering's not real.
We've scheduled your demise
I've washed my hands of it.
I'll straighten my tie while the lion licks his lips..
There you go again, foaming at the mouth...
and clawing at the sides of your poison well..
You can pretend you're safe, locked inside your house.
But, I'm everywhere and there's no way out..
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4. |
Brave
05:17
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The air will get too thick for you in the city
so, you point your headlights toward the coast
past the working boats out in the harbor,
to find a burial ground for these restless ghosts..
There's a solace where the forest meets the water
The waiting world will disappear over your shoulder
When your thoughts no longer race and
the clocks will fade away..
like some vague memory..
'til you feel brave.
Like you can control the wind
and you see everything
everything now..
Brave/ You used to be so afraid..
but now you can bare the weight
what could hold you donw?
THe setting sun will coax the stars out of their hiding
to draw a map for dreams and midnight flights
over the glowing lights and houses on the hillsides,
I hope you'll fly with me tonight...
Do you feel Brave
Like you can control the wind?
And you see everything. everything now..
Brave, when you used to be so afraid//
but, now you can bare the weight and what could hold you down..?
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