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To Each His Own
04:14
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When I held you in good favour, I always thought the same for me
Until I let you fill the spaces and you let the spaces seep
Unlike that of any other, you always knew that I would fall
Still you offered me a blue print, knowing it wouldn't work at all
To each his own, to me my own
I know i'll go from low to high, I know i'll go from high to low
But I'd rather have myself to blame, to each his own
And I'm generally anaesthetised by anything you have to say
So leave me at arms length or push me far away
If you think your blue print is long since sown
I'll never be someone's clone
To each his own, to me my own
I know i'll go from low to high, I know i'll go from high to low
But I'd rather have myself to blame, to each his own
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Intrinsic
04:16
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Now you're talking to yourself, when you could talk to almost anyone else
Because it kills me every time, your speaking with the walls
I'm sick and tired of watching you give and lose your all
But I guess that's all you know
And I'd like to think that there, is something else to do
You're intrinsic, you're not sick, not just yet
So don't paint me with the same brush you paint the ones you can't love,
Because you're not someone I'm out to get
But I guess that's all you know
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Give The Man A Mask
04:00
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I fell in again, I guess you could have let me know of the bends you'd made
Preventing my escape
And I fell down again of course
Because I was waiting for that all important get out clause
Now you make me feel, like I deserve more
Now you're living, waiting, bracing, always wanting more
And you won't put in the work for this, so now i'm picking up your chores
But no more, no more
Face up tied to the tracks, I wasn't occupied with watching my back
Until the floor caved in and I knew that you were here
So tell me where I got off
I guess my soft spot's hidden by nothing more than dust
So give the man a mask and he might tell the truth
And now i'm living, waiting, bracing, for you to work out who you are
I'll put in the work for this and I'll keep picking up your...
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21st Century Games
04:30
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I guess things are a little too perfect
You've gone looking for the wrong's and hiding from whats right
Pausing, calculating what's worth it
Trying desperately to frame a picture of time
And I guess we met in the wrong generation
And maybe that's why we seem so out of line
But I still love you all the same, even entertaining this centuries games
I know we haven't got it made, but who's promising that anyway
I know i haven't lost my faith, I'm hoping, but I know that you're not the same
Isn't it so funny how, those tiny differences add up to a great divide
Then fizzle out
On that plane ride home, where we broke the spell
Came flooding back a reminder of why I ever tried
So I'll paint that picture for you
And watch the canvas dry I'm here for that too
And I pray, that it doesn't change
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An Honest Route
04:04
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Its been a turbulent year, I'm sure there's still much more to cry about
Meanings have been traded, but in time I'll figure each one out
I've learned to love a little, I've learned to love long
And maybe I won't fall again
Not everyone can see things in my light
But that doesn't create the need to wait in the dark
With speed and complexity that hour before the dawn may pass and go
I've learned to love a little, I've learned to love long
And maybe I won't fall again
I'm waiting downstream, moving to your rhythm
Breathing in, Breathing in, Breathing in, Breathing in
If no one walks with me, I'll walk on my own
If no one walks with me, I'll still tread an honest route
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