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Brother, please leave me
Stranger, please don't go
Aint it easy to whisper
The truth of your mind
To someone who you'll
Never know
There's a fiddler on the corner
She's got no feathers left on her bow
She will shiver all night
Through the winter light
In the station
Where the black mould grows
I look in the river's reflection
I got the preacher's disease in my eyes
But I'll never tell the truth
That no-one don't already know
So I wrap up these words
In melody's disguise
The gods are young and skinny
They make up a brand new disease
It spreads like cold
In winter time
Till there's nobody else
Left to freeze
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Gravity
02:50
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Love's like a seizure
In my mind
The sweetest failure
You can find
I wait for you
Like a ghost at the platform
How I hated you
In the most sublime, anytime fashion
I can't read your mind
I can't read your mind
Love is gravity
Forcing me down
My shadow spreading out
Upon the closing ground
How I miss the sound
Of your sibilance
In this eerie town where these incidents
Wrecked upon my innocence
I can't read your mind
I can't read your mind
If I could forget the love that you gave
I could sing it out now
It nearly put me in the grave
But I'm back striking out now
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He's gonna go away tonight
And walk across the mountains in the full moonlight
She's a university girl
Seeing working boys in the old hotel
He could be her lover
He doesn't care about no other
He just gotta get across that dividing range
Walking on his feet till he falls down in strangeness
Stumbling down the street
Till he falls down in danger-ness
Is she waiting for him
I'm gonna write a sad love song
And make it kinda strange
So nobody can sing along
He's an elemental stag
Dumping his possessions in a garbage bag
He's a wind without a fire
Hanging from the wire
Makes himself choke tryna feel less sad
Has another line of coke with his balls out gladly
Stumbling through the smoke and he wants her badly
But she's paying those bills
There's no place in this life
For dreaming like troubadours
Twelfth Century Love Songs
Fade into memes of decay
He's gonna work all his life
At shitty old jobs with an angry wife
And on his dying bed he'll pray
To a god who's too dishonest to say
You never had a chance there
So for fun I gave you cancer
You're just gonna have to pretend it was worth
The love and the pain as you burn out in angerness
The sun and the rain as it turns out it's heavenless
We're still paying those bills
There's no place in this life
For dreaming like troubadours
Twelfth century love songs
Fade into memes in decay
He went away on that night
He walked into the mountains in the full moonlight
For a university girl
Seeing working boys in the old hotel
He could have been her lover
He didn't care about no other
But he couldn't get across that dividing range
Walking on his feet till he fell down in strangeness
Stumbling down the street till he fell down in dangerness
Was she waiting for him?
And would it really have changed anything?
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