1. |
All Along
06:12
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Took a coach to Worthing town, well someone had to go
I don't wish to bring you down but it taught me all I know
Sometimes the rocks and stones feel hard under the feet
Up in the hills we'll sing a song about defeat
And if along the road we see the shadow of ourselves
We'll simply say that we believe the tides divide in twelve
I've been here all along
Stacked the dirty dishes til they reached down to the floor
It isn't any wonder that we don't live together any more
Sailed down Trafalgar Street just to lose my head again
There's nothing tastes as sweet as a lock in with your friends
And if along the road we see the shadow of ourselves
We'll simply say that we believe the tides divide in twelve
I've been here all along
Met a man who swears he beat the devil for us all
He handed me his paper proof and I pinned it to the wall
Seven thousand miles to where the silver river flows
follow Saint Martin to the places no-one knows
And if along the road we see the shadow of ourselves
We'll simply say that we believe the tides divide in twelve
I've been here all along
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2. |
Brush Away Yesterday
05:05
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Brush away, brush away yesterday
Brush away, brush away
Someday we'll say
That yesterday
Was just a day
If you stay
I'll never fall away
If you stay
I never will be far away
Rushed away, rushed away yesterday
Rushed away, rushed away
They say, if we pray
That you can stay
You can stay
If you stay
I'll never fall away
If you stay
I never will be far away
Never will be far
Just get her in the car
And drive away
Dust away, dust away your hopes for today
Dust away, dust away
Someday we'll say
That yesterday
Was just a day
If you stay
I'll never fall away
If you stay
I never will be far away
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3. |
Feather Blue (acoustic)
03:46
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Feather blue, feather blue
Hold aloft your sorrows
as you carry them with you
Feather blue
Feather red, feather red
Paint them gold and hold them
High above your head
Feather red, feather red
And it's an empty bed
All the books that you never read
All your longings belong to you
Feather blue
Feather green, feather green
There are those who think it's
Better left unseen
Feather green
Feather grey, feather grey
Tell them they don't have to feel
Like they should know what to say
Feather grey, it's ok
And it's an empty bed
All the books that you never read
All your longings belong to you
Feather blue
Feather white, feather white
It's enough if you can
Make it through the night
Feather white
Feather black, feather black
It might take some time
And the time you cannot choose
But you can choose how you lift those
Daemons from your back
Feather black, feather black
And it's an empty bed
All the books that you never read
All your longings belong to you
Feather blue
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