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All Too Easy
03:59
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And you know it’s all too easy to be lonely
In a city of two-point-five-million people
And if a persons not careful they might lose sense of
up and down and Back and forth and east and west
And nobody knows I had the chance to get to know you
Take it away, take it away
And you know it’s all too easy to be sorry
In a city of twenty five million people
And if a person's not careful they might lose themselves
to looking back at something that they regret
And you know it’s all too easy
And you know it’s all too easy
Up and down
Back and forth
East and west
Right and wrong
And nobody knows I had the chance to get to know you
Take it away, take it away, take it away
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Arrows
03:36
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I don't love you
I just say that I do
I can't believe you left me here waiting all alone
So willing to believe all the words you said on the phone
I don't care
That you do
I'm done
And we're through
Thick as drying concrete
I can't even talk to you
I don't love you
I just say that I do
Looking to fill a void I had
Before I even met you
On and on it never ends
You're like arrows in my ears
On and on we just pretend
That I'll stay right here
I stand here with the fact, you can't see what I'm feeling
So I keep you around, to put it off and keep you thinking
You can't hear me
But what I'm trying to tell you
Is that there's no chance in changing
No matter what you do
I don't love you
I just say that I do
Looking to fill a void I had
Before I even met you
On and on it never ends
You're like arrows in my ears
On and on we just pretend
That I'll stay right here
You're grass growing
You're leaves blowing
You're a bag in the air
And I don't care
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3. |
Circling The Drain
04:18
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I could just lay here,
Drowning in my fear
I know it's too late
To forget this hate
Let my heart pound
Until I'm in the ground
Lord let me be brave
As I'm circling the drain
I'll just waste away
Waiting every day
For you to come back to me
But that will never be
Let my heart pound
Until I'm in the ground
Lord let me be brave
As I'm circling the drain
All these things I've become
I can't ravel them undone
Now there's nowhere to hide
No one by my side
Let my heart pound
Until I'm in the ground
Lord let me be brave
As I'm circling the drain
Finished with the pain
as I'm Circling the drain
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London Fog
05:13
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No sleep for the weary
No sleep at all for any of us
Plow away at the day
It doesn't amount to much
We'll die and be forgotten, remembered for nothing
I can't sit here waiting, waiting for the end
I am the waking dead
I am the sleeping dog
I am the chimney smokin'
I am the london fog
Same as it ever was
It will always be this way
Tick-tock goes the clock
There’s no time in the day
Falling down like ashes
As far as the eye can see
Is everything I've ever loved
Burning around me
I am the waking dead
I am the sleeping dog
I am the chimney smokin'
I am the london fog
London fog is in my throat
It clouds my lungs and it makes me choke
Raking the world
of all that's wrong
Raking the world
Looking for what's gone
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5. |
Watchman in Your Window
04:39
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There’s a secret in your pocket
I know
There’s a watchman in your window
say hello
There’s a speckle in your iris
it’s yellow
There’s some static in your dreaming
it's normal
There’s a sitter in your garden
she’s me
There’s a rhythm in the movement but barely
There’s a meaning in symmetry
it's a lie
There's a shadow in your footsteps say goodbye
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The Northern Dancers Ontario
Bouncing between full band alternative rock and solo acoustic tracks, The Northern Dancers is the recording alias of singer/songwriter J.P. Borchardt.
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