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White Star
07:53
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A kite flying so slowly,
A man sighing so lowly.
A scene before, remembered,
A day before December.
It’s time to drop the latch,
It’s time to turn the lights off,
The old man and his kite,
Closer to the white star,
Closer yet so far, once so small.
White star glowing,
Tidemarks showing,
White star glowing,
Tidemarks showing.
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Gliding Over All
04:54
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When the tables turn, do you step back and blink?
When highs turn low, do you slowly sink?
When it all kicks off, do you stall?
We all saw you glide, then we saw you fall.
I’ll hold the door - you can’t keep up.
Gliding over all, now you’re falling like a stone.
Above the deep blue, have a look down.
Everyone’s far below, they will slowly drown.
Light as a feather, but like a stone.
We all saw you fly, but you flew alone.
I’ll hold the door - you can’t keep up.
Gliding over all, now you’re falling like a stone.
What you wouldn’t give for a second chance.
Dreaming like a kid, but you’re falling like a stone.
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Sex Show
06:34
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Watch me as I rise,
Never sanitise,
Those eyes, those filthy eyes,
Holding on for me.
Monitor goes black,
Your eyes in my back.
Soaking up the slack,
Your own sex show.
Well it seems you’re holding,
The remote hard on pause.
It’s all me, it’s all me.
Will you give royalties?
Will you give royalties?
I need to tell you something new,
You trick with all the usual clues.
And still you take just one step away,
You need to make sure we’re all paid.
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