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Bubble Burst
03:44
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Dancing to the silence
Being carried on his toes
Laughing like the little girl you are
Inside he knows
But you try not to show
Lying in the silence
Listening to him breathe
And never like the little girl you are
Inside that he …
Believes all your lies unquestioningly
What ya gonna do 'bout the hurt
When your bubble burst
Shouting at the silence
Trying to be heard
And feeling like the little girl you are
That he's observed
But doesn't speak a work
Crying in the silence
Betrayed by your mascara
Denying like the little girl you are
That wants her father ...
Now all you lies come tumbling down
Under your feet did he move the earth
When your bubble burst
And how have all your lies caused you to drown
Come for up for air cos it hurts
And will only get worst
Little girl you're not the first
To have a bubble burst
Left in stony silence
Cold but unafraid
Stalling like the little girl you were
Not allowed to leave the pavement
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2. |
Just Tell Me To Stop
03:12
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Just tell me to stop
Or kiss me back
I don't wanna force your hand but then again perhaps
Just tell me what's what
What's up and where it's at
I don't really understand
Will we jump and never land
I'm on a motorway bridge
Imagining stars above and below me
I'm on the edge and the brink
Imaginary starts are the headlights of passing cars
And if I blink in reverse
The image is burned into my mind
I rehearse my exit line and fly
Just tell me to stop
Or kiss me back
I don't wanna force your hand but then again perhaps
I don't know what I want
Just tell me what's what
what's up and where it's at
I don't really understand
Will we jump and never land
'Til Never Never Land
I'm on a desolate cliff
Feeling absurd
Cos above and below me
From here on the edge and the brink
I'm tryna observe the silent flight of passing birds
And if I blink in reverse
They freeze in the sky in my mind's eye
Just tell me to stop
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3. |
Bled
02:30
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I bleed too freely
But you won't bleed at all
Watched you drown in my outpour
I'm bled completely
But you're still pretty pure
A single swan looking round unsure
Picking to find something that's true
Working on words without a tune in my mind
Licking a pen and an open wound
Starting bleeding
And my heart stopped beating
Til you finished reading
I bleed discretely
But you don't care no more
It's no surprise
My insides are dry now
So if you see me
In a pool of my blood on the floor
Step over, sing 'Ex-Lover' and retire
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4. |
If He's Looking Down
02:43
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And if he's looking down
It's cos he's high above you
And he's looking in your eyes
And it's oh-so-awfully nice
Then he says he loves you
Where d'you hide your face
You can't meet his gaze
Hasn't he ever heard that three words make Sunday bloody Sunday
You've finally caught your breath
And the awkward moment's past
Can't believe he'd ask such a leading question
When he ought to know not to speak
Then he repeats he loves you
You'd better fight or flee
So you can make him see
That now enough's enough
It's tough but this is just another manic monday
And the walls you build are song
You get killed before too long
With a heart attack and be done
Gone before the end of this song
And if he's looking down
It's cos he's lying on you
And he says he has a surprise
And it's oh-so-awfully nice
(If he'll confess you'll acquiesce)
And the he says goodbye
Can’t look in your eyes
Can’t deny your lies are compromised this time
Cry a tear for Ruby Tuesday
Where d'you hide your face
You can't meet his gaze
Hasn't he ever heard that three words can ruin Ruby Tuesdays
Everyone loves rubies don’t they?
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You've not got classical beautiful eyes
And you'd have to agree
That there's no beautifully sight than them gazing at me
Is this attraction in reverse a blessing or a curse upon me
You've not got the physique of a model
And you'll never walk the catwalks and
You talk harsh and drink from the bottle
But that's forgotten by the time I pop the cork
Is this attraction in reverse a blessing or a curse upon me
Where the worse I'll be is happy
Is a case of un-natural selection
You ain't perfect - you're better than perfection
Can't you understand what I'm saying
And don't you hear that orchestra playing
Shouldn't there be violins and slushy strings and everything
When I look at you the way I do
You've not got a sense of style to die for
You're very individual
But I can't help but smile more
When I see you in those little clothes
You've not got what it takes to win a Nobel prize
But then neither have I
And you seem to manage just alright with what you've got
I'll stand aside and I won't criticize
Is this attraction in reverse a blessing or a curse upon me
Where the worse I'll be is happy
Is a case of un-natural selection
You ain't perfect - you're better than perfection
Can't you understand what I'm saying
And don't you hear that orchestra playing
Shouldn't there be violins and slushy strings and everything
When I look at you the way I do
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