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Found
02:58
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Oh I've gone nowhere
But there's all this road behind me now
Raise me in the morning
And remind me of the ones I've found
I've found
I've found
I miss you in the evening
At night we brave a different town
Hoping they will listen
I hope that I can stand my ground
Oh I've gone nowhere
But there's all this road behind me now
Raise me in the morning
And remind me of the ones I've found
I've found
I've found
I feel the shame in stages
I dread the difference of my age
But music always ageless
What a silly war to wage
What a silly war to wage
Oh I've gone nowhere
But there's all this road behind me now
Raise me in the morning
And remind me of the ones I've found
I've found
I've found
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Repose
03:23
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Sweet, you're sleeping
Clandestine, caustic, cold
I know you got there
By way of broken road
So the silence
An ocean fathoms deep
Candid compliance
The deal you made beneath
So it's slipping, that's the tithe now
And a warning bell is muted by a need
So it's fallen 'neath the tide now
Water's closing over hidden by the reeds
Sweet you're dreaming
A sort of empty space
And sweet you're bleeding
It's filling up the place
And truth's relentless
It's sticking to your skin
Shake and shed it
Crawls its way back in
So it's slipping, that's the tithe now
And a warning bell is muted by a need
So it's fallen 'neath the tide now
Water's closing over hidden by the reeds
Sweet you're breathing
Headlights out and eyes are closed
Heart still beating
A less than quiet repose
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Maps
03:58
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Just like debris in my lungs
So reluctant to escape
You have made your bed in me
and I have softened to your shape
I'm enthralled by your ideals
I'm incensed by your disdain
I spend hours in your head
I draw maps of your pain
ooooh
All the years and blood it took
ooooh
All the love that still remains
ooooh
All our hidden treasures look
Very much the same
Why'd you tremble why'd you ache
Am I not released from your disease
Or are you too wary of my ways
Like I'm so wary of your needs
ooooh
All the years and blood it took
ooooh
All the love that still remains
ooooh
All our hidden treasures look
Very much the same
I've drawn a heart, a face, a gaping mouth
Borders delicately measured out
I'm not the same but I'll take your calloused hands
And we'll trace the lines upon these maps
ooooh
All the years and blood it took
ooooh
All the love that still remains
ooooh
All our hidden treasures look
Very much the same
Very much the same
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Wednesday's Wolves England, UK
A few third culture kids who stole someone's cajon and became a band.
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