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Scandinavia
03:21
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You make it hard to see, so listen out, stare away, it makes her move.
But no, no one heard a sound and by candle light followed her tracks and called her name.
Now the eyes surround, mirrors turn blue from white, and I'm the mirrored ghost into the night, I see you coming nearer to me through mirrors.
You make it hard to see black ice.
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D
03:28
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Ohh, the way you place the darts into the mind, they way you play the lantern for me.
See how the wiser of the cast begin to leave, the movement of the water recedes.
Realise you home, realise you've come home. Stick around.
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Cascade
04:28
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All I need is your love burning through the reigns.
I would have loved to take you to the sun, leave behind everyone, erase us to the moons.
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How Do We
03:16
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Don't know why I can't decide, don't know where that comes from, think it may have arrived when you'd had enough of me.
Are you lying alone?
Don't how our winter scene fell down from the juggler's hands. You marched feet avoiding gaps until the waters rose and drowned my lying alone - are you lying alone?
How do we tow the line?
I'll be with you, I am with you, there's no mistaking me, I'll be with you, there's no mistake in me.
How do we tow the line?
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I'd sleep every day but with you I just want to roam, just want to find.
So keep me awake, it's all for a rest of the soul, same on you know.
In twilight, by torch light. Minding the cusps where the feeders grow, chased by a shadow from her own, me.
Matter steam with cold air come alive, "how comest you here, you bring us fear, down down damsel. Lone beauty of night do you bring us strife?" ..."oh no, not me!".
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Rambling
04:23
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Travel on but the gypsy's almost gone, in the heat of the midnight sun, undercover of a darkened town.
Travel on when the road you've come has gone to rains of the winter storm, undercover of a darkened town.
Seen my laughter lines fold up
Seen my spirit dry up
Seen me grow old before my time.
Rambling, sick of the sight of the city lights, they burn far too bright.
Rambling, sick of the noise and the way the poison chokes us on.
I think I'll head to an ocean shore
I think I'll head to a sea
Somewhere along the way I may find a new twin and we will begin again, I will begin again.
Let's go and see if we'll find another one, ahh no, let's stay tonight, oh love let's stay and see ourselves through 'till dawn.
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