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By Alex Lloyd, The cold has past the sun, it's shining.
We're digging holes,
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By Alex Lloyd, So the aliens have landed
They'll be moving through you and
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By Alex Lloyd, when all you want to do is rock
but you don’t
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By Alex Lloyd, My friends just called back home,
lost themselves in a America,
found
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By Alex Lloyd, If this gets me home then i'll be yours
Last plane
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By Alex Lloyd, All goodbyes disappeared,
when I first set my eyes on you,
I
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By Alex Lloyd, Black the sun
Oh no, look at what we done
Go away,
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By Alex Lloyd, When you feel as though your falling
Every fear you
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By Alex Lloyd, watch them motor again
we can race and will bend
you might
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By Alex Lloyd, like morning will keep us
locked in our arms
roses for weepers
not
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By Alex Lloyd, On my hands, sitting on half a chance,
waiting for good
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By Alex Lloyd, You found a home inside a heart
And lost it all
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By Alex Lloyd, Walking south along my mouth
Through the heart that's hard to
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By Alex Lloyd, She sits at table number thirty-five,
the only one of us
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By Alex Lloyd, the same old loose lipped cannon
speaks for you today
alone without
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By Alex Lloyd, how d’you get to be so beautiful?
how d’you get to
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By Alex Lloyd, white wash the whole world down
while I stand on peaceful
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By Alex Lloyd, You got your shirt on but you still feel cold
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By Alex Lloyd, Close to the box
Received transmission
One thousand scenes
Of
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By Alex Lloyd, Culture souvenier shop
Lying on the chopping block
World wide space wide
In
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By Alex Lloyd, This house is your own
still living alone
it don.t make you
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By Alex Lloyd, This is the end, my friend,
the end, my friend,
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By Alex Lloyd, It's entertainment, and it takes you away,
into the fire, into
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By Alex Lloyd, I’ll take you where you want to go
under the city
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By Alex Lloyd, Step outside your open vein
Still inside the deepest pain
The will
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By Alex Lloyd, Blistered blisters upon my bed
By the sun mamma said to
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By Alex Lloyd, We're all blowing bullshit
Bullshit's flowing
We had a vision but we
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By Alex Lloyd, one day they’ll pay to know your name
but you’ll be
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By Alex Lloyd, Something 'bout last night
What'd you say
Feels so cold on a
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By Alex Lloyd, Something I'm feeling
There's something that's wrong
These streets are a feeling
In