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Intro
01:31
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Soul
04:32
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Take me down, down to the water,
where the white of your eyes turns red
from the fear of the ghosts and spirits in the river below,
from the great, great war that has given you a home.
Oh, father! Don't go! Send another to the bottom, oh.
Oh, brother! Don't go! Don't you bury in the ground all the ones I love.
Take me down, down to the forest,
where all else will be drowned in the sound of the chorus
of the saints and angels singing up from above: "Ah, ah ah-ah!"
Oh, mother! Don't go send another to the place I know.
Oh, sister! Please don't! Don't you bury in the ground all the ones I love.
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Selfish
04:55
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Did you think about it when you were breaking his heart?
Think about the consequences that you knew from the start,
that meant nothing to you, didn't cross your mind, 'cause you're selfish?
Would've followed my steps, crossed the country for you,
always fully secured that you were happy, too.
Did it matter to you? Well, that's not how it seems. Yeah, you're selfish.
Oh, whatcha comin' home for? Oh, don't come here.
Oh, what are you coming home for? Oh, just stay there.
You'd had warnings before of how it could be, but you chose to ignore,
thinking you wouldn't see. But they proved to be right, and you started to fall in love.
And you knew it was special, you knew it was right, but you started to freak out,
and so said goodbye. Did it matter to you that you were
burning his heart to the ground?
Oh, whatcha comin' home for? Oh, don't come here.
Oh, what are you coming home for? Oh, just stay there.
Oh, you've changed. (I thought I knew you.)
Oh, you're different. (This isn't right.)
Oh, you've changed. (I thought I knew you.)
Oh, you're just like them. (You know this isn't right.)
Oh, whatcha comin' home for? (Oh, you've changed. I thought I knew you.)
Oh, don't come here. (Oh, you're different. This isn't right.)
Oh, what are you coming home for? (Oh, you've changed. I thought I knew you.)
Oh, just stay there. (Oh, you're just like them. You know this isn't right.)
Oh, whatcha comin' home for? (I thought I knew you.)
Oh, don't come here. (This isn't right.)
Oh, what are you coming home for? (I thought I knew you.)
Oh, just stay there. (You know this isn't right.)
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Laura
04:23
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Laura, you've done it again. You've got another man in the palm of your hands.
Just another game covered in sin, and the cards are all out, and you've
gone out bounds, and you just can't seem to win. It's Russian Roulette,
and the bullet's coming.
Could I ever be sorry for not being sorry for lying to you? No.
Could I ever be sorry for not being sorry for doing to you what you did to me, too?
No. No, I won't. No. No, I won't.
Laura, the stage is all set, but the make-up you wear cannot hide your regret.
As you move around scene to scene, you've got the movements down,
but you're slowly forgetting them. Oh no! Do you need me to feed your lines to you?
Could I ever be sorry for not being sorry for lying to you? No.
Could I ever be sorry for not being sorry for doing to you what you did to me, too?
No. No, I won't. No. No, I won't.
Take all your photographs. You couldn't make them last.
You put it in the past, but can I forgive you? No.
Could I ever be sorry for not being sorry for lying to you? No.
Could I ever be sorry for not being sorry for doing to you what you did to me, too?
No. No, I won't. No. No, I won't.
No.
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5. |
It's Not
07:22
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Just go back to sleep. Your voice is killing me. I strain to block it out,
but the sound is growing now. Don't say another word. My focus,
undeterred, will shelter me from what you have to say.
Things are breaking. It's happening all the time.
We tell ourselves again, again, again, again, again,
that things are fine.
Why are you even here? You've made it more than clear that I'm a waste of time
you can't get back. Well, GET OUT OF MY BED. We will forget the things we did,
and pretend we never knew each other much at all. Oh no...
Things are breaking. It's happening all the time.
We tell ourselves again, again, again, again, again,
that things are fine.
I know it's easier to say that things won't change, but oh no, we know they will.
And I think it's time to suck it up and say our goodbyes because I know you didn't try.
I've got a lot of things to say...but you wouldn't listen anyway.
I've got a lot of things to say...but you wouldn't listen anyway.
Oh, things are breaking. It's happening all the time.
(I've got a lot of things to say...but you wouldn't listen anyway.)
We tell ourselves again, again, again, again, again,
that things are fine.
(I've got a lot of things to say...but you wouldn't listen anyway.)
Oh, things are breaking. It's happening all the time.
(I've got a lot of things to say...but you wouldn't listen anyway.)
We tell ourselves again, again, again, again, again,
that things are fine.
(I've got a lot of things to say...but you wouldn't listen anyway.)
Oh no, but is it fine? No, it's not fine.
No, no, no, it's not fine. No, it's not fine.
It's not.
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The Lion & The Sail Tyler, Texas
The Lion & The Sail was a band from Tyler, TX from 2008-2012. They are currently on hiatus indefinitely.
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