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YOUNG
03:10
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Note to self do we correlate
When I feel the skin we’re in, severed like twins
Holding myself in two
You are the armour I’m trapped in
I need to stripe you from my skin
And feel us bleed
And feel us bleed
And feel us bleed
You’re the white knight of my nightmares,
You’re what makes me feel alive,
And it makes me what to be a better man,
but the better men die young
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In The Wolf's Clothing
03:40
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On the surface of the sea, there is all of me yet none of me,
And in light when we fold, any time will be missing,
Faster than the whites of our eyes when they're listening,
Hang me out to dry, high enough to float away,
Higher than some day
This skin is our skin that we live in,
Higher than we ever fold,
This skin is our skin that we live in,
And in night when we fold, any time won’t be kissing,
Faster than the lights when it’s only be missing,
This skin is our skin that we live in
You’ve put me in a bad skin, you’ve put me in your skin,
I am the sheep in the wolf’s clothing
And in night when we fold, any time won’t be kissing,
Faster than the light when it’s only be missing,
Higher then the skies and only once they float away,
higher than some day,
I’m wide awake, we’re wide awake
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Silver Tongue
03:59
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These broken arms are holding you,
Steady as they have to hold it down,
These broken words are holding you,
Steady as they have to hold it down,
Your silver tongue, does it make you feel proud
Hold me down, what goes around goes around
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Rootless
04:43
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I was grown rootless
Alone when in company
A desolate vessel on the slumbering seas
Only at home in my sleep
This place is clothed in the robes of my home
My childhood is buried here, my innocents is lost in here
But I am merely a sightseer, would I be mourned if I disappeared?
This place undresses
I see its wounds, its corpse, I feel its flaws
I see a face I’ve always known but never known
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TAMED
04:15
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The crows have taken my eyes, open wide
You only ever hit the sides, on the inside
We could have build this home together
I am the Minotaur in your maze
I am the orphan that you’re raised
You are the home that keeps me safe
I am the slave that obeys
Cos I’ve been tamed
I’ve been tamed
The crows have taken my eyes, open wide
You only ever hit the sides, on the inside
We could have build this home together
And we will shed our skins like snakes
And hope to get used to the taste
I the mask and you the face
Strange and grace interlaced
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