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Left Out
04:39
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A blank page of A4
For a list of names and numbers
Like doing homework on a Friday
Just in case
Where are the notebooks?
Let’s save embarrassment
I’ve paraphrased them anyway
Just to save face
Scapegoat yourself too easily
I made a terrible mistake
Scapegoat yourself too easily
I made a terrible mistake
A pile of envelopes
Read the small print
Don’t get caught out
Supposedly this is your thing
Is this real, do I mean it?
Do I just need a break?
Washing up as I go along seems a good route to take
One less thing for the morning
Scapegoat yourself too easily
I made a terrible mistake
Scapegoat yourself too easily
I made a terrible mistake
Teeth dreams and broken seams
Left out when picking teams
Self-doubt not self-esteem
And more recurring themes
The songs are slightly different
But the themes still remain the same
The songs are slightly different
But the themes still remain the same
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2. |
I Swear
03:55
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I don’t even know if I’m joking
Lately everything it just seems broken
I sleep alright
But wake up in the night
And my inner voice is outspoken
I can’t even tell if it’s real
Or if I should just make myself a deal
Sit down and talk?
Or break down and walk
Away from this rambling spiel?
A word of caution
It’s out of proportion
And causes exhaustion but still it goes on
I should take care
Before I despair, I need some fresh air
But I’m OK, I swear
Where has it all gone?
I’m prone to overreaction
Whittle away my options by subtraction
I’ve got my eyes on
Beyond the horizon
To the next big coming distraction
I’m always on hand to assist
But there’s one needy case I have missed
Up on there on the shelf
Musician, heal thyself
And add one more box to your list
A word of caution
It’s out of proportion
And causes exhaustion but still it goes on
I should take care
Before I despair, I need some fresh air
But I’m OK, I swear
Where has it all gone?
A word of caution
It’s out of proportion
And causes exhaustion but still it goes on
I should take care
Before I despair, I need some fresh air
But I’m OK, I swear
Where has it all gone?
A word of caution
I’m fond of distortion
And oversized portions
But still it goes on
I’m losing my hair
Buyer beware as I kneel for prayer
But there’s no one up there
Where has it all gone?
Where has it all gone?
Where has it all gone?
Where has it all gone?
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3. |
Deliverance
03:27
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Five cups of coffee, an album or two
A restrung guitar and a head full of you
Bang fists to my head and my head against the wall
My heart is big but my hopes are small
Because this is how
I spend my life now
Write your name in the sky
I couldn't be so bold -
What chance do I hold?
Can somebody please tell me why?
I need deliverance
From my ignorance
These feelings that I have don't feel like my own
I need deliverance
From my ignorance
These feelings that I have don't feel like my own
Because this is how
I spend my life now
Write your name in the sky
I couldn't be so bold -
What chance do I hold?
Can somebody please tell me why?
I need deliverance
From my ignorance
These feelings that I have don't feel like my own
I need deliverance
From my belligerence
These feelings that I have don't feel like my own
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4. |
Middle
06:39
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Hello Markness, my old friend
This will pass, oh, this will end
It’s all me… me… mediocre
It’s understood I’m overwrought
I always do the things that I have been taught
I am just faintly ridiculous
Between the condescension and my incomprehension
It’s a fine line
I’m too polite to mention I’d like to seek attention
Into the tensions in my mind – well, never mind
Every day’s an endless stream
Of coffee cups and tangerines
I suffer fools too gladly
I tend to be too hard on myself
I self-deprecate like nobody else
I’m sorry for apologising
Between the condescension and my incomprehension
It’s a fine line
I’m too polite to mention that I’m seeking attention
Into the tensions in my mind – well, never mind
Yesterday - well, gradually -
I’m two thirds the man I used to be
I’m sometimes up but often down
I never thought that it could come to pass
I’d live to be both middle age and middle-class
I am so tired of yawning
Between the condescension and my incomprehension
It’s a fine line
I’m too polite to mention I had to seek attention
Into the tensions in my mind
Between my pretension and my hypertension
It’s a fine line
It’s with some apprehension I’m left waiting for my pension
In the dimensions of my mind
Might paying attention stop an intervention?
It’s a fine line
It’s surely worth a mention, I avoided detention
Let alone suspension in my mind
Between the dissention and all of the contention
It’s a fine line
So start the reinvention and questioning convention
And by extension, my mind – well, never mind
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