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Mozambique
05:32
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i come from the shadows
leave a light
or i may just disappear
i come from the gallows
from west-end aisle
a mile away from your home
and it's rather cumbersome on my heart
that some people stay and some people part
i come from the sun
it burns hearts to the ground
i came from the ocean
a vibrant place
with nothing left but sound
and it's rather cumbersome on my soul
that some people stay and some people go
why does it always have to end when i begin
why does it always have to sound like solid wind
why do we leave our homes to trace the light of day
why does it always start when i let go of my sight
i live for days until they pass
and notice things that disappear
misplaced faces in iron cast
and it's rather cumbersome on my heart
that some people stay and some people part
why does it always have to end when i begin
why does it always have to sound like solid wind
why do we leave our homes to trace the light of day
why does it always start when i let go of my sight
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i rose a hundred
times before
rocking on the wind's soul
i took two hundred
hints before i go
where the cold wind blows
but i never could
idolise somebody who's so far away
and i'll never let you take hold of my simple body
long days, long days seem to drift away
you drove two hundred
miles before
'balling at the sun's dome
you share a short text
from your favourite poem
i plug my ears from ringtones
but i never could
idolise somebody who's so far away
and i'll never let you take hold of my simple body
long days, long days seem to drift away
you really shook the ground here
you really shook the ground here
you really shook the ground here
you really
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Shake Your Rainsticks
05:18
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touch me again with your naked heart it's
made of glassy blood-stained pillow-filled guitars
geometric models, they offer a different view
of the same old chapel made of stony brew
reel me to life with your fishing rod it
bounces of the ocean floor from the deepest pits
engravings in the trees, they offer a different view
on waves and their forms until my mind intrudes
open your head to change
whatever you've been told
hide your face and lay
in the desert sand
lull me to death with the sweetest voice you
can muster out of rotten heads and ancient sabertooths
holocenic vowels, they offer a different view
of an age of battle as it still renews
open your head to change
whatever you've been told
hide your face and lay
in the desert sand
separate me from my core itself it
offers various paintings but it twists me dead
to the sea i went and there i'll go again
to sink my knees in foam and sink into the depth
open your head to change
whatever you've been told
hide your face and lay
in the desert sand
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Walk
05:20
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i walk among the pines
a cool breeze warms my heart
the birds tell us tales
about trees without their roots
but we hold no faith
in stories told by owls
who haven't seen them fall
they seem so false and cruel
can't be understood
a piece of broken wood
you'll stay there
for me to find
can't be understood
a piece of broken wood
you'll stay there
forevermore
the forests are easy to burn
and so are we
is it that difficult
to find a soul to spare
the roads are torn apart
a rose without its thorns
means nothing
to us all
can't be understood
a piece of broken wood
you'll stay there
for me to find
can't be understood
a piece of broken wood
you'll stay there
forevermore
breathe the sun
bathe in light
what is right seems wrong
what is wrong seems right
you need to
run
run from me
can't be understood
a piece of broken wood
you'll stay there
for me to find
can't be understood
a piece of broken wood
you'll stay there
forevermore
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