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Your Sough
02:24
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You’d be the frame and I thought to be the prow
Oh, I swear to be decent now
But I know that I want to spoil
As a new quest, the fear is in the void
Hear the voices, they’re odd like before
Full of sadness and pain like we know
No one held me but I think I knew the pain
That I’ve been living again
Who said go?
I ain’t heard your sough
Tell me more ‘bout where I have to go
I feel like I don’t know where I come from
Here, isn’t a good place for my very home?
Who said go?
I ain’t wanted your sough
I learnt to let it go
Now if the pain is no more on my face
I’ve to give back all my sorrow
That I never left on the shore
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2. |
The Cove
03:52
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I could fall in love,
With the breath I can hear
I could fall in tears,
With the pines near the cove
A beautiful place,
On the shore, just for you
Uhu it’s true,
As a tiny case of lace
The cove, the cove,
Means everything to me
The cove, the cove,
Is everything to me
All my hungry life,
Turns into dirt
I’m busted, I’m hurt,
Pushed to close my eyes
My pain was stout,
Like a bunch of rusted knives,
But the rain turned to sunshine
I found this place out…
The cove, the cove,
Means everything to me
The cove, the cove,
Is everything to me
The cove, the cove,
Means everything to me
The cove, the cove,
Is everything to me
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3. |
Preacher
03:17
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I won’t be alone in vain
Wish I run again to feel
And move to be free for real
But only souvenirs remain
Preacher, preacher’s in the house
Preacher, preacher’s in the house
Preacher, preacher’s in the house
Preacher, preacher’s in the house
I keep the ride down upon the hill
Let the bridge, the doors in your head
Cross the line of this domain
Run and run again, grab the will
Now you see, very clearly
The deep heart of your release
Stop looking for the city
It’s made of ideals
And other things
Shimmering
Preacher, preacher’s in the house
Preacher, preacher’s in the house
Preacher, preacher’s in the house
Preacher, preacher’s in the house
Preacher, preacher’s in the house
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4. |
Old Men
04:37
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Feel now, feel now
The man is coming down
Leave now, leave now
It’s time to move it on
Old men, you can hurt me
We won’t fail anyway
We won’t kneel
Feel now, feel now
The man is coming down
Leave now, leave now
It’s time to move it on
Feel now, feel now
The man is coming down
Leave now, leave now
It’s time to move it on
Horses, on the black seas
Have been shining for ages now
With the sun
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5. |
The Road
03:50
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I hear the voices, the call
Of the naturehood
If you agree to come now
My daddy said, the road
Looks so rough ahead
But you’re not afraid, are you boy?
We belong and stick to this frame
Don’t be shy and shout out this pain
We belong and stick to this flame
Don’t be shy and shout out this claim
Here we are wild now, the dust
Cover us and shine
It let our mind so tough
To all raised up men, just why
Rush this foolish hunt
You’re surprisingly spry
We belong and stick to this frame
Don’t be shy and shout out this pain
We belong and stick to this flame
Don’t be shy and shout out this claim
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