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Breathe
03:59
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I got ill
I got better
I'm not everything you want
I've got problems with my confidence
And hope that just won't die without a cause
Now that I have closed my eyes
and opened my mind
You and your friends may have learnt how to fly
but I'm learning how to breathe
quite clearly
Summertime and winter, too:
Reflected by you
Down in the dumps or else up in the sky
I never quite found the ground
but nearly
Caught on the breeze
of my own ways and means
I was never quite found at home
Under the seeds
of the time-twisted trees
I was never quite found at home
I get carried away
I get carried away...
I got ill
I got better
I'm not everything you want
I've got problems with my confidence
And hope that just won't die without a cause
when you're lost
and there's nothing you can do
at least you know where you should be
In the sky
In the soil
You find you're still breathing
I got shoes
I got socks
I've got everything I need
I've got 16 hours of daylight
and hope that just won't die without a cause
Get high, get high,
Get high, get high...
Now that I have closed my eyes
and opened my mind
You and your friends may have learnt how to fly
but I'm learning how to breathe
quite clearly
I got ill
I got better
I'm not everything you want
I've got problems with my confidence
And hope that just won't die without a cause
when you're lost
and there's nothing you can do
at least you know where you should be
In the sky
In the soil
You find you're still breathing
I got shoes
I got socks
I've got everything I need
I've got 16 hours of daylight
and hope that just won't die without a cause
Now that I have closed my eyes
and opened my mind...
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2. |
Business or Death
05:07
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Give me business or give me death
'cos it's been so hard
trying to find where I fit here
Maybe I'm stupid?
On the dry end of 29
I worked my worth out:
a matter of simple mathematics.
A shame
because it never was that easy for me.
In every equation I'm the carried one
Were you gonna tell me that my sums were wrong, dear?
I see the truth, dear
behind your eyes:
You want a real man
I'm not your type
and your love's just making it worse...
must you always be so patient with me?
Holding my corner like a sullen child
With nowt in my arsenal for the waiting wilds and...
There's a thing you should be aware of:
I know you're not waiting for me
It's quite plain to see
I'm not where I should be right now
and I will save you from the choice
and take myself away
Fix your eyes on him
oh see that strength in suffering, while
me?
A polished arse and pretty prose
can't build you shelter, fill you up or feed a family...
God take my dreams from me
And your love keeps making it worse...
And as I gaze out between the blinds
there is a street parade:
a triumph that seems bloody miles away
I just have this to say...
Weakling and wounded, I'll just slow you down
So pull off the yoke and leave without a sound
There's a thing you should be aware of:
I know you're not proud of me
and I won't have you waiting on me
I will pray tonight
to be reborn in black and white
I wish I'd not been forced to see
the choices in between
(that haunt the truly free)
[Mouth Noises]
It's clear that ev'ry sorry shade of grey is a mistake
and if your way were truly merciful
You'd take my dreams from me
And your love kept making it worse...
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