1. |
Overrunning Order
01:56
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Don’t know why I’m doing this but it seems
Important and I heard there is
No connections or ground for anything
I guess I believed in it a bit
If you get lost, remember how we were
Taught to climb the tallest tree to see more
But the thing is, most of those
Who got there chose, chose to stay there
You can not define pet fish other than
Irresponsible but they have a plan
One serene night you will hear
Fish tank walls groaning
And suddenly, water’s overrunning
You go to the bottom, you can not win
But the thing is, most of those
Who got there chose, chose to stay there
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2. |
The Wild Iris Plain
02:27
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I don’t wanna hear
The things starting with “if”
‘Cause the road’s full of bumps
Adult's outdated traps
But the script is ours now
And in chapter One
We’ve left the town
We’ve left the town
We’ll wake up just at midnight
On the wild iris plain
Stars expected something from us
We lay and expected something from them
Had earned money too fast
Had realized too soon
What was coming
Since then we’ve stayed cool
Since then we’ve laughed more
And walked with the old dog
I better fool around
Than grow into grace land
We’ll wake up at midnight
On the wild
We thought we’d never reach up to this
Waited for the end of the Earth
An epidemic or a war
But it’s our turn to change nothing more
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3. |
Come Back Soon
02:33
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I was watching the play
About the seventh love
The train had pulled away
No chance to see you off
One yelled as loud
As the other was bored
Why better dancers
Stand in the back row?
Come back soon
Come back soon
We'll make fun of them
You’ll stay, won’t you?
Won’t you, won’t you?
Tie up your thoughts
In the nick of time
I'll remember the tone
But won't notice the line
All things had changed
But not on the stage
I'll call you back,
You're breaking up
Come back soon
Come back soon
We'll make fun of them
You’ll stay, won’t you?
Won’t you, won’t you?
I won't notice
Notice the line
About the seventh
Seventh love
I won't notice
Notice the line
About the seventh
Seventh love
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4. |
The Same Job
02:03
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You can choose any kind of Roman torture
Nobody leaves the line of suiciders
Please, pass me the ball,
I’ll just puncture it
In the beginning was the Sport
The fresh blood flows out of your throat
When you’ve caught a dirty shot
But now humor does the same job
You can try driving nails into hands
No one awakes from an infernal coma
All the naked bodies
Can not turn the tide
In the beginning was the Sport
The fresh blood flows out of your throat
When you’ve caught a dirty shot
But now humor does the same job
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