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Tourism
03:50
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We drive through the night and I don't know why, but I can't shake the feeling. I can't settle for less,
And it's not for me to be running the circle of mediocrity, I wanna see where the world ends.
And I wanna take a look outside,
I wanna take the tour, I wanna sail the seas.
I wanna see how the other side live,
Life in a life jacket it's not the life for me.
Where's the fun in hanging on to a 9 to 5?
Don't wanna crawl through life I wanna feel alive.
No room for TV I wanna be on the big screen,
Don't tie me to the shore, let me be pushed down screen.
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2. |
For You and I
03:23
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I'm cold, I know.
I don't mean to be this way.
Your mad, I'm gone.
I can be a real bitch like Jadis,
and I know I tell a lie too much.
We were never gonna get that far, neither by train or car.
There was a ton in the boot.
It was never gonna shift.
We were far too young when we set things in motion.
I was a square peg in a round hole,
You and I we had different goals,
We were more Tom and Jerry than Bonnie and Clyde.
And you always like making heads roll.
You were always letting the world know.
Those were the days when your hopes were high.
For You and I.
Over time your memories become ever so selective.
Never know what's going on, to carry on would be far from wise and I don't know why you get so high.
On thoughts of parity, a fantasy where I give you all that I have.
We were never gonna stand the test of time.
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El Capitano
04:04
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He'll be with you in a minute, you'll just have to wait until he's finished.
He'll come and buy you in it to win it, how does he do it?
He's only gone and dropped it for the third time in 10 minutes.
Can you believe it? No, it's not a running joke.
How did we get here? How do we get home now?
I don't believe it, no. Why aren't we letting go? Can we just go home now?
El Capitano, he's the leader of the new world.
El Capitano, he's the preacher for the lost souls.
He's the preacher for the lost souls.
He's the preacher for the lost souls.
He bulls himself up in front of everybody, but everybody knows just how much he's worth.
And to save time, I'd really like to find out how he finds the time to play two at a time.
He tells her that he's working nights, but the only work he's doing is climbing up the ladders of her best friends tights.
El Capitano, he's the leader of the new world.
El Capitano, he's the preacher for the lost souls.
He's the preacher for the lost souls.
He's the preacher for the lost souls.
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T.V
03:22
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I've been brainwashed,
All this money that I've now lost,
Infomercials won't stop bugging me.
I've forgotten what my name was,
All sense I have now lost,
My friends they just won't stop begging me.
And I've been blinded by the strobes,
And I've been silenced by the ghosts.
Four digits to crack the code.
Four digits to show the world.
Give me all that you have got and I'll make up for what I have lost.
Got no reason to stop so I'll shake it, throw it and roll.
I've got my head down and they can't take my crown.
But they took the halo from me.
But it never suited me anyway.
Suited me anyway, never, ever, suited me anyway.
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All Grey
03:22
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He's now better then ever,
Now she's had a look in the mirror,
And see's things that she used to hate,
I guess it just goes to show,
That you never really know until all their colours fade.
There's a hole in the wall and a foot in the war,
We'll talk no more, so she says.
"Baby I'm bored of losing it all, Lately your mind has slowed to a crawl."
I can't decide... So I'll take your side...
The unbeaten streak is running thin,
Her knees are weak and realities setting in,
She's lost two or three but he's lost more,
It's not a competition but it's not a draw,
Like i said it just goes to show.
That your never (ever) gonna know,
Until their colours (colours) fade to black,
So she says.
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6. |
Oslo
03:50
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Time, they say time can heal anything.
Time, they say time can heal many of things.
But I, I can't seem to leave you alone,
Yeah you, you won't even answer the phone.
So unbroken, words unspoken.
I'm not perfect, but I'm not just someone. I'm not perfect I know that I've done wrong.
Would it all be better if I put my thoughts into a letter.
Would it change your mind for a second or make your mind up forever.
And it doesn't make sense why your mind is so hard to undress.
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